The air is starting to crisp. I for one am ready for the coolness of Fall. It has been a cruel summer, and I am looking forward to the kinder nights of the changing season.
The change will not be without challenges though, as a two moves, what would have been my parents 49th anniversary and also the holidays are all on the calendar. But Fall offers a break from all the heavy topics of summer, and a chance to break away for a moment and breathe.
Fall offers sitting out on the back patio next to the fire pit, maybe even the roasting of a marshmallow or two. It offers a slowing down of life and taking time to enjoy the air. It offers apple picking and talks of new plans and a new life that comes with a new season, a new house and a new situation.
We made it through the summer, working hard and getting through. We all need a bit of a break, to breathe, to smile, to laugh. To remember that there is life after tragedy. To grab a good time and make a memory or two along our journey. To make new traditions, while honoring the old. To hug and hold each other, and to really know that together we can do anything. There is safety in numbers and we are stronger and better together, our little unit; my Dad, my boyfriend and me.
With love, patience, Grace (pray I have it), and Faith, we can do anything. There are other siblings, cousins, aunts and uncles and dear friends to add, all making for a great supportive extended family. Why worry about one, when there are so many with which to celebrate the new season?
I just want to surround my father with so much love that it makes the loss and absence easier. I want to block out all drama, all negative people, all dialog not constructive to create a protective order.
I am ready for cool breezes to cleanse the sweat and tears of summer. Ready for the foundation of the next chapter to be poured as we build something beautiful and honest and real. Yes, I am ready for Fall.