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I am no longer a fan of the end of July. Last night, I got hit by the doldrums something fierce. I don't like the doldrums; it's a combination of feeling adrift and restless, topped with a pinch of apathy.

But missing people fiercely, especially when it's one day after another, makes it hard to escape. It is, apparently, how I grieve, or at least a small part of how I grieve.

So, to Gus the Big Mean Bunny and to Shannon, I miss you and think about you often. I cannot believe how much time has passed by and how much this still hurts. My life was richer for having you in it, but I wanted more time, more growing old and growing up, more bad puns and more being your mom.

And more birthdays. So many more birthdays.