October, changes its green sequined dress for a multishade coat of oranges, ocres, browns and yellows. But she hides her salted swords and just when I am caught in her beauty she slices a deep cut into my heart and I cry, deep, deep inside for a long, long time.
It was a charmingly sunny October morning when we received the call that Jeremy was in intensive care and the hospital needed our permission to provide medical care. Jeremy had been hit while riding his motorcycle, which he loved to do. Our son died 23 October 1992.
But that very week later, four families were saying prayers of thankgsgiving for Jeremy's life saving organs. I miss our son, very, very , very much, especially when October dresses in gold and rubies.