Marking time can be a delicate and dangerous thing for me; as another season passes and annual events return, my emotions range from contentment to despair.
Felix once asked me, at about the age of five, the meaning of “bittersweet”. After I explained it, he said “Oh, I know that feeling.” And I know that he did, my old-soul son.
This October holds both the anniversary of my diagnosis and the birthdays of my loves Paulie and Felix. My loves are so beautiful. The leaves are golden, the ground is damp, and the very air is bittersweet.