November

November is a complicated month for me. It is full of family birthdays and also deaths. It is the month I married John in 1965 and the month of his death in 1996. Along about October every year -- when the leaves start to turn -- a sadness sneaks up on me, even when I'm not thinking about him. Somehow, at some level, I know 'tis the season. But November also means moving on. It was in November 1999 that I met my second husband Bruce. We have been happily married for almost 19 years now. Life does indeed go on, replete with both sad and joyful memories.