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Monday, September 13, 2010 5:40 AM

This column came harder than most. I often hear something or read something during the week that sparks something in my brain to say, “That’s a column.”
No luck so far.
Perhaps it’s the crispy (never a good adjective in this case), burnt-looking grass or the fact that a few days without water over the holiday weekend took out several of my flowering baskets and they were heaved into the trash.
Summer is nearly over and fall is fast approaching. The end of one season, the beginning of another.
I was saddened by the news of my aunt’s passing on Friday. She had been living in Illinois with her daughter and had not felt well for quite some time.
I remember Saturday evenings at their house when I was quite a bit younger. The adults would play cards and we kids would amuse ourselves with games, TV and other pastimes. I was a nerd and often brought along a book or some other totally uncool activity.
One of my other cousins and I were the youngest by far and were often left to our own devices, deemed too young to play with the older ones  — by the older ones, of course.
As we all grew up, we spent less time together and as time passed, I’m sorry to say, I was not a very dedicated niece. There were months that would pass that I didn’t see her. Shame on me.
I promised myself and a few others after my father died that I would not let the opportunity to stay close to people I care about fall by the wayside. I failed.
One of my favorite Reality TV stars once said we should all be growing and trying to be better people. It sounds like such a simple thing; trying to be a better person.
We all know it’s not as easy as it sounds. It’s effortless to keep doing what we always do. It’s hard to stop and change direction to incorporate things that make us a better person. We are a busy society as a whole. Few people in other countries fill their lives with as much silly and meaningless activities as we do.
There were plenty of times I could have stopped in just to say hello and let her know I was thinking of her. Shame on me again.
I was walking Sweet Sadie Eleanor Louise Friday evening and thinking about my aunt and her family as my feet crunched on a light sprinkling of leaves.
Fall is my favorite time of year and now it will be a reminder of my aunt, as well.
I love the turn of the leaves. We are lucky to live in one of those parts of the world where Nature has one last fling before settling down into winter’s long nights. The days are shorter already and quite a few of the last mornings, the temperatures have been a little crisp. Perfect one might think to start the magical transformation in the leaves that give us that glorious palette of colors.
It’s also an end to the summer, a passing of sorts.
Now when I can see my breath in the evenings and the leaves are crunching under my feet, I will feel closer to my aunt.
Rest in peace.

 

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