4 years ago this Labor Day weekend, Ed had incredible pain. He had lost so much as well in strength and weight (tho at the time I was unaware, having been so close to him). We made the decision for him to enter hospice. He was not eager for this but knew they would help with his pain. He entered on the 6th and died on the 15th. I am just so aware of that timeline but I feel I am doing OK. I am in a different place now, not sure it is defineable.
But September does bring all that back to me.
Tomorrow, Sept. 5 would have been Lupe's 59th birthday. We are going to eat at a Japanese Restaurant she liked to celebrate. We will get together, tell stories about Lupe and laugh and cry.
September 10th would have been my 24th wedding anniversary with Brendan. And on the 16th he's not here to celebrate my birthday. It's my September mourn.
September 4th was Father's Day here in Australia, 8th September would have been Ray's birthday, he would have been 75 and on the 19th September it will be five years since he passed. A sad September.
I am always so light-hearted when the calendar page is turned over and I am in Spring here in Australia,when at last September my saddest month of the year is over and I can look forward instead of back again.