September

Fall.

You run across the Staples’ aisles in a fit of excitement. I hope I have class with Susie this year! Grinning, you watch as the leaves change colors. Orange! Yellow! Red! How pretty!

Isn’t autumn such a miraculous time…

My father does not have memories of falling leaves, but of falling concrete. Trick-or-treaters intrude into your home---hijackers and paramedics continually haunt mine. Lets decorate the house with skeletons! Tortured from years of why me? and long drives to memorial services, my father is slowly reduced to the bone.

But, nothing a Pumpkin Spice Latte can fix, right?

Happy Halloween.

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