9/30/2004: September, is...

...to me, among the 12 months, the most symbolic. The word origin itself means a partition, or that which marks a change, as in the changing of the seasons that occurs at this month, from summer to fall. It is at this time that the warmth of summer finally give way to the cool breeze of autumn, the shedding of what once were bright leaves of green now turned fiery red, orange or brown. It portends that indeed winter is not far behind. It was in September that love once came to visit. It was in September that death once made it’s claim. Two co-workers have bade their goodbye yesterday, hopefully moving on to greater things. One precious life made earth it’s home, 3 months too soon, delighting the world with its innocence and fragility, but no more than 11 days it chose to come back to heaven, leaving us longing, the parents most of all in heartbreaking tears. Yesterday, Jayden’s body was buried in earth but his spirit ‘s presence firmly alive in our memory. September is not a time of farewells or heartbreaks or death. On the contrary, it is a time of renewal, of remembering, and of looking forward to the promise of better, happier seasons.