(a guest post from a beloved)
“September is bittersweet for me…
There was a time I literally cried my eyes out when September came because it meant my summer friends were leaving…
Nights hanging out at the arcade came to a close along with most of the stores.
My street, which had been a constant party, was emptying.
School was starting, and I dreaded it.
As I got older, I began to love September–the cooler days, empty beaches & restaurants.
Then it happened…
She was taken from me in September, just like my summer friends, just like the crowded streets, the dock parties, the fun.
The pain of September returned.
My mother was gone at what was supposed to be my most ” fun” summer, ever, at the shore–my 21st .
While all my friends did Ladies Nights and Monday Nights at the Princeton, I sat by her bedside.
Slept in her bed beside her,
bathed and changed her.
Read her the crossword puzzle every day.
September came and by the 7th night we knew she was leaving us.
I lay in her bed all night, surrounded by all my siblings and their babies on air mattresses covering her living room floor.
I chose to stay awake all night and stroke her hair and sing her the same lullabies she sang to me as a little girl…
Telling her to let go…
We would be ok…
I left her bedside early that morning to get the coffee started, while everyone else was still asleep, and as I did, she took her last breath.
September would never be the same.
I long to love September as all the locals do, but l just can’t.
The sounds, sights and the cool air just bring me back…
Back to saying goodbye to my friends as a child,
and back to saying good bye to my closest friend, my confidante.
The feeling is always the same on September 1st.
I’m not sure why I’m writing this now–16 years later. I guess seeing all these posts of how lovely September is and wanting so badly to join in…
Maybe by sharing there will be some sort of release.”
~Bonnie Salasin Brown
September 1, 2016