I just found out a friend's daughter had a baby daughter. Such a joyful event. September is such an emotionally full month for me. My husband's and my birthdays, our older son's wedding anniversary, the month in which my parents were married, the birthday of my husband's grandmother who raised him, and our nephew's birthday. But it is also the month of 9/11, of two dear friend's deaths, of my father's and my husband's mother's death. It's almost too full, unbearable. But we aren't given a choice, and we live with what we carry with us, at least most of us do. As they say, no one ever promised us a rose garden. There are rose gardens, for sure, and cemeteries, and rough roads and smooth paths. The longer I live, the more I live with loss, ironically. Mixed feelings are de rigeur at this stage.
Today I have two delightful activities: spending time walking with a friend and a voice lesson. And it's another beautiful day, one of those late summer gifts that we a prone to experiencing in this month. I intend to enjoy it.
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