A new kind of October

Paper birch along the Occoquan RiverI love the light and colors of October. Today I rode my bike slowly, savoring the amazing colors and textures. This almost made me like fall better than spring. Amazingly, somehow, this October has not brought me sorrow. In the past two decades, my Octobers have been shadowed by the loss of two dear friends, who were victims of suicides that were nine years apart. I still dearly remember and greatly miss Alex and Eileen–and sometimes I cry a little–but it seems I have finally integrated my loss of them into a life lived more boldly than they were able.

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