AS I have already said, October is a month of changes for me - and not just because of a birthday. Or not usually. Time passes as the months fly by on a calendar, and normally by birthday is just another day. But recently, my beautiful granddaughter, Allison, became engaged to be married.
My goodness it seems like just yesterday that her father was taking his first footsteps. And then the memories start flooding in - his first date, prom and eventual marriage. He has given me three wonderful grandchildren but as it's these milestones that really make feel the passing of time. Beautiful memories and regrets come to the fore as the pain of losing my son's father come again to the surface. Of how much of his sons life he missed and how he would have beamed with pride at the granddaughter he never lived to see.
In every story that I write, there is a piece of Mac in there - his voice echos in one of my characters and to some extent lives again in words. A song from Fiddler on the Roof comes to mind . . . "I don't remember growing older, when did they?"
So as the leaves turn gold, and summer drifts slowly into fall, the season of winter will soon be here - and old memories and new ones will merge as my family welcomes one more member. And as another song say, "and the beat goes on."