August is our month. The month when I try not to notice the date. In two weeks it will be our day to light three candles.
One for a paramedic, courageous in the face of a nightmare, who was broken not only by that day, but by so many yesterdays too.
One for a family, who will always mourn their loss by day, and be tormented by their horrific memories by night.
And one for a little girl, who will forever stay four, she never had a chance to fight for more.
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