It’s almost October.
It’ll be a funny October for me, with Mom not being around.
My brothers birthdays are in October. My Dad’s birthday was in October. I always, as Mom got older, picked out the cards at her request, and it was bittersweet toward the end, to have her scribble Mom on the card, When it came to Daddy’s birthday, we always remembered him and both would be quiet with our respective memories, and once in a while, I would tell her a story I remembered about Dad, and she would smile.
So here I sit, typing away.Coffee cup at a safe distance away from my Mac, and I find myself remembering the past.
It’s good when your memories are, on the most part, pleasant.