I don't like Spring Break.

Most people that truly know me know why.

I lost my first true love in a farming accident during Spring Break in 1996. It was on March 22. I absolutely loathe that day every single year. Dealing with Gage's death was traumatic on a huge level, and I talked to pretty much no one about it at that time. Eventually I got comfortable enough to take Rosjuane with me to the cemetery, but that took a couple years. Of course many years have passed, and I am okay now, but I still hate that day, and I always will.

So because of that, I have negative feelings about Springs Break, and when I know it's "coming" that is what I think of. I guess it will always be that way.

Now, I go to read my dear friend Sarah's blog to and find this. It makes me feel terrible in the pit of my stomach. It makes me remember Lacey's mom finding out her cancer was back the week after we took her to Jordan's 5th birthday party. I makes me think how much I should count my blessings. And this blog was posted in the afternoon of the day that I find out that India Pace has passed away. A wonderful, young mother, stricken with cancer, leaving children without a mom. A young mother, that was barely older than me. Now I wonder, will her babies hate Spring Break too? Will they loathe it like I do? I hope not.