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October ........... (GMBB)Oct 23, 2002 Write an essay on this topic.
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The Bottom Line My tribute to Granniemose as she celebrates her 80th birthday. A bit of writing about this month ...
October is an amazing month on so many levels. At once, it can bring me sadness and joy - laughter and tears. October Leaves have turned from shades of green - to amber, gold and red. They fall into bright piles on raked lawns as school kids troop past in new warm coats. Cool breezes imply that winter will make its presence known before the end of the month. Happy memories of my parents' anniversary dinners, with Mom fussing over her make-up while I watched in adoration. She smelled faintly of roses and breath mints. Her blonde hair swept up and teased into volumes I could only stare at in wonder. So beautiful. October is breast cancer awareness month. Ironic, eh? Tired and drawn. All that blonde hair, replaced by wigs that didn't quite capture the essence that was Mom. She still smelled like breath mints and faded roses, though. Winter approaches. I stare at my own warm coats and wonder if this year I should emulate the school kids and purchase something new. I shrug and grab my mate's jacket instead. He wont mind. The leather is heavy and much too big on me - but it smells like him. Rough but somehow beautiful. His birthday nears. He wants a motorcycle - to go with his jacket, no doubt. He's such a boy. We met on his birthday - October 28th. An anniversary again. Remembering the blush, the laughter, the nervous anticipation --- will he call me? Snow begins to fall. It always manages to snow in October. The furnace kicks on and sends that familiar rumbling sound throughout the house. The red cat sleeps on the grates - his ancient bones comforted by the warmed air. His precious face covered by one curled paw. Will he live to see another October? The time approaches. All Hallow's Night - when the veil between the worlds is thin. I'll gather with friends and loved ones to honor those that have touched our lives and gone. Will I speak to Mom this year? Will I smell the faint scent of roses and mint? Will I see her smile - her make-up and hair perfectly in place? Or will I simply reflect on how wonderful she was, how amazed she would be at what my life has become ... ... how much I miss her? We shall see. (c)2002 Kat Marsh  |
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