Gold and Crimson
September again. Wasn’t it just here? I feel like the past year flew by in double-time.
September always arrives with sadness. September 1st was the third anniversary of my mother’s death. Three years already! It doesn’t seem possible. September 7th is her birthday. She’d be 71 if she were still here. Somehow I can’t imagine my mother as a woman entering her 70s. She will always be frozen in time in my mind… a beautiful woman of 67, with silken skin, long and luxurious hair that she pulled up into a ponytail or twist, and a ready smile for anyone who crossed her path.
I had a hard time on the 1st. I thought about my mom a lot, and I watched the memorial video I made for her. I shed a few tears, but I also found myself remembering happier moments. Mostly I just missed her, and wished I could pick up the phone and talk to her.
Steve was working night shift, and the quiet of the house started to get to me. I called a few friends hoping to have some company, or perhaps meeting for dinner, but reached answering machines or voice mail. Finally, after 7:30pm, my friend Lori called and said she’d meet me for a late dinner. We went to the Badger Den - a local bar & grill just down the road. We ended up eating and chatting until after 10pm. I am so grateful for her company that night. (If you’re reading this, Lori - thank you so much! It meant the world to me.)
