It's hard to say goodbye . . .
Seems that the entire month
of October has been about
getting ready for the ancestors,
for our beloved dead.
And all of a sudden, although
not quite so suddenly, it's time
to take down the altar, wipe
our tears away and bid our loved
ones adieu.
In a way, it's both painful and
a relief. One simply cannot live
forever on the street of the dead.
Transition time . . . greeting that
special day of Thanksgiving and
all that goes with . . .
House to clean, calls to make,
invites to prepare and send, a
meal to plan and thanks to be
given.
This does rather distract from
the sorrow of recent days, as
well as giving something to
look forward to.
I love seeing my children in
their adult roles of hosts, cooks,
entertainers. It always wows me.
I will be taking along the odd
contribution to the meal, but
this time around, I'm a guest
rather than the mom. Feels a
bit odd, make no mistake!
so looking forward
leaving my sorrow behind
a kind of balance
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