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I love this time of year, the changing leaves, the smells, the storms, and the dampness in the air. There’s a taste in the air, a taste of harvest apples and pumpkins, of coming snows, and of cold wet winds. You can hear it walking through the leaves, in the trees whispering and sometimes shouting winter is coming time to slow down, time to think of things that have been. It is a time to reflect on the changes in life and a time to remember the richness of what has been given.
We married in autumn a beautiful day twenty five years ago in November. My tall sweet husband looking lovingly into my eyes, his brimming with tears of joy and awe, so wanting to protect me from the winters to come, embraces me and my children. So much hope, so many fears to overcome and it all comes together in the thrill of this new life.
We celebrated our marriage again just five years ago, declaring our love of our Lord, each other and our children in a renewal of vows. Mark’s body broken now but his love and desire to be there for me and for the family was even deeper than 20 years earlier.
Then winter came, with it the lonely sound of the wind and rain and the smell of the cold musty dampness. The colors now muted all life seemed to be gone. But at its bleakest came hope again, Christmas and a new year--a new beginning.
Mark is now with me not as my husband in this life, but my soul mate in heaven ever reminding me to live; to enjoy every season life has to offer and to not be afraid. As a walk through this autumn I see the beauty and the richness of my life, of what has been, what is, and what may yet be to come. I breath in the sweet cool air I am living and there is always hope in life.