I don't like September for a number of reasons. Number one is that it's just in the way of winter which is when I love to ski.
Secondly, it's been 7 years to the day since my father passed. I was in my 4th grade spelling bee when they pulled me off the stage, took me to the hall and broke the news.
The school nurse struggled back tears before finally letting me know. I stayed in my room and watched the rain collect on the window and windowsill for nearly a week. My mom struggled for years with depression and anxiety disorders. In fact, she still struggles with an opiate addiction.
The funeral was held in my hometown of Piedmont, CA. I got to reconnect with old relatives I hadn't met yet. But the most emotional part of the whole thing. Was watching the American flag placed on his casket and lowered into the ground, and all 21 guns fired into the air. It was unforgettable experience.
I still lose sleep thinking about this day and all it's memories. And I wish September would just go away sometimes. I wish someone could just wake me up when September ends.