April makes me apprehensive.
It has its joys! Longer days, stronger rays, art festivals, flowers and trees in bloom.
But it has its old scars and new wounds: Waco, Murrah Building, Columbine, Virginia Tech, Boston, tornadoes, fires, two friends who fought a scary, but successful fight to avoid dying young, a friend who lost the love of his life, and a score of other personal tragedies.
I am more inclined to beware the Ides of April than March.
I suppose if I sat down and thought about all the bad things that happened in any given month, it could possibly come out much the same.
It is sad to have a month of fresh spring rain and new life become the season of bloodshed and death.
I am thankful to know the future will bring an April when none of these sorrows will come to mind; they will be too far distant and too overlaid with joy to be remembered.