The End of Summer

I can feel summer slipping away.  We are in our second week of school and I can feel the days becoming shorter and more scheduled.  While I am glad that we are sliding back in to our routines more easily than last year, I find myself mourning the end of my favorite season and dread the onslaught of winter with its long nights and bone chilling cold.

 

This fall and winter will be filled with sadness and I can feel myself physically bracing for it.  There will be the trial, which feels very much like reliving the day that Jean and Jim were killed, except this time I know that it is coming and can spend months dreading it.  There will be the first anniversary of their deaths, the end of our first firsts without them.  How can it have almost been a year already.

 

Still, even in the face of such obstacles I am trying to put up defenses filled with joy.  I am determined to hold those I love closer and make sure they know how much I love them.  I will reclaim Christmas and not let it descend in to a season of sadness.  And I will try to find something to like about winter, other than the fact that it will eventually end.

Comments

[Karen]

You will be in my prayers. I can not imagine how difficult all of that must be. That said, you seem to be one of the strongest people I have ever had opportunity to read. I know that you will find a way to take this tragedy and make some amazing things happen from it. Hugs