October … What’s That Month to You? For me, it’s the month…
…That I most look forward to. It’s the gateway to the holiday season … the first really cool nights and days without the sun scorching the landscape.
… Of trees changing colors and then disrobing for the winter, only to reappear with much splendor come Spring.
… Of my Mother’s birthday. And let’s face it, if she didn’t have her birthday then the likelihood of my own existence would be in question.
… Of Thanksgiving, well, in Canada. Happy Canadian Thanksgiving to my Canadian friends like Karen and Drew and Charlie and Linda.
… Of Rosh Hashanah, when my Jewish friends celebrate a new year and eat a lot; And Yom Kippur, when they repent and don’t eat a lot…or anything for that matter.
… Of Halloween. It’s not my favorite day but it is a time when I reflect back to when I was a kid and prowling the streets of my neighborhood without fear (a relic of the past). When we’d get home my brother and I would lay out our candy between us and make trades. Nobody wanted those peanut-butter atrocities and filling-pullers wrapped in orange or black wrappers. I’d rather get rocks than those things. But unlike my friend Joel, all the candy corn I can get is good for me.
… Of Barry Manilow. Caught you off guard, didn’t I? He has a great song called When October Goes and I like to listen to it near the end of October.
Yes October is a marvelous month. But most of all it was a night late in October, on the 23rd to be exact, that my eyes beheld one of the glorious miracles that still takes our breath away. I saw my baby boy for the first time. He didn’t even have a name yet, but we knew him and that’s all that mattered. It was 1989 and the expectations of spending our lifetime with that boy seemed promising. Well, I suppose we have no choice but to treasure the 18 years we had with him. We miss him so. But there are now a different set of promises that we cling to. Those promises are from someone who also suffered and died before his time, as humans reckon things. He did something no one else could do. He arose, and with him arose hope.
October … What’s That Month to You?