I refuse to say goodbye to those laid back, sunny, lazy days of summer. True that we still have three weeks before the official end of summer, but you can't help but see the signs - kids have left for college or are back in school, shorter days (it gets dark by 7:30, now instead of 9:00), the cool breeze in the air, etc. etc. But I have made a commitment to see this 'high' through Christmas, if possible.
Yes, there is Halloween and Thanksgiving before we reach Christmas, but the weather is sure to turn before then. However, not if I can help it. I can be oblivious to certain things when I make my mind.
Today, a good friend from Hoboken High, Nitza posted a cute cartoon of Snoopy and his birdie friend Woodstock. It read, The Start of the "Ber" Months. In my mind it translated, to the "Brrrrrr" months. And so, when I shared that picture, that's exactly what I posted. But seriously, the 'Ber' months can be beautiful! In terms of weather September and October can be two of the most breathtaking months of the year. After all, my darling Cristina was born in the beginning of October. I remember the day vividly when I came home from the hospital with my beautiful newborn - it was an absolute 'garrrrgeous' day, as was my baby girl; as my since-deceased good friend Betty would always say. Between Vic and Juls, our home, both inside and out was spotless and ready and waiting, for our new addition to the family. The leaves where starting to turn into those beautiful colors we see in the fall; there was a cool breeze in the air; and the sun was shining like no other day.
On the far side, I also recall Tuesday September 11, 2001 which started out as one of the most beautiful days ever. And sadly enough we all know the devastating outcome of that fateful day.
Along those lines, my beloved husband, lover, and best friend, Victor left my world on October 18 of the following year. Victor was, quite possibly, the best thing that ever happened to me. I was blessed to meet him in 1977 (we had just lost Elvis) and formalize our relationship four years after. The best years of my life were spend with Victor, but sadly enough he left our world a mere months before our 25th wedding anniversary.
I had always dreaded the turning back of the hour in the fall, but after Victor's passing, it no longer bothered me - nothing is more dreadful than losing the love of your life. So the changing of the hour no longer had a negative effect on me. I could take on the worst the world had to give, now that I had lost the love of my life!
So bring on the "Ber" months. I will be waiting with open arms! And even when they turn into "Burrr" months, I still won't be bothered because in my heart, I am and always will be an eternal summer person.
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| My darling Cristina at the age of four in the Poconos |
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| Victor and I (on the left) with his brother and wife in the Poconos |
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| Beautiful fall scene - Poconos |
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| Night falls in the fall in River Edge |
