It's a lovely October but...
It's not nearly as beautiful as last October.
The leaves were fiery red, bright yellow and glowing orange.
The trees seemed to hold onto the leaves a bit longer as if showing off.
Look at me! Look at me!
The rain smelled incredible.
The sunsets were glorious.
The crispness of morning, a delight.
Last year we'd just come through a horrible time of suffering.
We'd watched my dad battle cancer and ultimately lose the fight.
We didn't look out the windows or feel the fresh air.
We held a vigil of love.
And when it was over.
When the hot pain of anticipation and loss lifted,
October shocked with its beauty.
I remember saying over and over how beautiful THIS October was.
And it was glorious.
It was the prettiest fall I'd ever seen.
Because after the dark,
After going through the ugliness of death,
The light born out of that dark tunnel,
Was so very bright.
Suffering gives birth to appreciation...
Of life, beauty, nature.
And although last October was filled with sorrow,
Joy danced in the falling leaves.
My heart was bathed in a downpour of comfort.
Peace warmed like a comfy sweater.
And it was the most beautiful October on record.