Four Days in September


Happily, the four hardest days of September for me have come and passed. But they’ll return next year.

At one point, September 8th was a fun date. It was the day my step-dad, Del Middleton, was born in 1938. However he passed away September 9th, 1997.

To make things harder is the fact that Mom was born in 1940 on September 10th. It became hard to celebrate her birth after Del’s death and I hate to even think of it now that she’s been gone since 2002.

Then of course there’s September 11th — the anniversary date of the worst terrorist attacks on U.S. soil. It’s still hard to mourn the day without holding one’s breath waiting for another attack.

But then again — it could be worse — I have a friend and co-worker whose birthday is September 11. Talk about a real party-pooper.

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