Seasons of My Heart

George Jones, a much loved singer of my late father once sang: 

“Your leaving, will bring autumn sorrow 

And my tears like withered leaves will fall. . .“ 

Though meant to express the emotions regarding the loss of a romantic love, the lines from the country classic resonate with me. I could easily spend the next number of paragraphs quoting lyrics and beloved authors and it would not even come close to representing that which I wish to express.

Fall represents a metamorphosis. The change not only pertains to the weather but the changes within me as well. In light of it all, it would be next to impossible to remain unchanged. Some of the most heart breaking and life changing moments of my life happened on October and November days so long ago. A hospital bed, a lonely stretch of road, a chesterfield represent endings of a trio of lives. Though time and distance have removed me from the places and faces, the indelible ache and my love for those who have gone before remain. 

It is Fall - with her clear crisp days and dying landscapes - which bring forth feelings of loss which never truly go away. Life, with all of her moments of beauty, simplicity, and every moment in between, truly goes on. Some might say that nothing lasts forever. I beg to differ as love can conquer all.