OCTOBER - the start to my year. The month when things naturally open and close for me. The beginning and the end.
It was a year ago in October when we were alarmed to discover my dad has cancer and we began this battle of will. This October he is not doing well and I fear he is losing this battle. A new chapter. A new experience. I've never been down this road before.
OCTOBER - For as long as I can remember, and even before that, there has been a significance behind this time. Not just for me, but for my family. My mother, her sisters, and my grandmother all behaved differently in the month of October, knowing change is on the horizon. Seeing and expecting to see the start and the end. This collective memory that surrounds this time of year is profound to me; influencing me.