This time every year the waves of sorrow return. Not only memories of my brother, thoughts of his children and how they are coping with this day and their own memories and sorrow, but also the memory of one of my dearest friends. October used to be my favorite time of the year. The glorious colors of the leaves on the trees. Bright blue skies, puffy clouds, crisp cool air.
Now, when October comes, there is the exhilaration I’ve always felt with the changing of the seasons, but with it a melancholy. Wisps of sadness for lost lives, lost loves.
It’s been four years since my brother’s sudden and tragic departure. One year since the unexpected loss of my friend. I think of them often.
I miss them.
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And now for some super cuteness. How can anybody be sad for long when they can get lost in these pools of grey-blue that go from forever to forever? Or nibble on the deliciousness of that perfect little face. My little boy wonder. He’s growing so fast and is hardly a baby any more.
