On the one hand, I shouldn't associate every melancholy mood in September or October as the onset of an annual autumnal funk. But I also suppose that it's a good idea to remember that, even if that's what's going on here, I have gotten through it in the past.
Sharing with the mom of a childhood classmate has caused me to hearken back to my childhood early this season, to back before my dad died, that 12-year-old autumn when he almost died in that car accident and mom was gone, too, for close to a month, it seems. I was also reading my Sugar Bowl reflection from last year. These things have combined to have me remember what my childhood years were like.
I'm glad I'm not there anymore, actually.
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