It has happened to me every year since 2001. September … the month during which I was born. The month during which I was married. The month during which thousands died in the 9/11 attacks. Senseless death that I cannot wrap my brain around. And since that day, the month during which I become depressed.

This year is no different.

I guess it’s my own way of mourning, which might be more understandable had I known someone who died that day. But I didn’t.

And then just this morning I learned that the one-year old nephew of a good friend of mine died yesterday. Completely unexpected. On Tuesday he had flu symptoms and yesterday he stopped breathing. Another senseless death that I cannot wrap my brain around.

I will return. Soon. But for now, I just need some alone time …

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