Apple Pie

It’s my dad’s birthday today. The day I always eat something with apples in his honor. He would be 97. August has always been hard for me. So fraught with losses and heartaches. More so each year, to the point that I can hardly face this innocent, bountiful month of early harvests and endless summers. I’m holding out for August in heaven. I will eat apples there too–with him.

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