
The weather is changing and conversations head in that direction as they always do. From porch to sidewalk, neighbors shout about the need for jackets or lack of. Somewhere, in line for coffee, two old friends discuss the 20 degree temperature difference from last week. And I promise, right this moment, a group of parents is discussing little feet stretching to almost adult-size since the last time they pulled out this season's shoes. But for me, this change of season means something different. As the temperature changes and the conversations go with it, my grieving season begins. If I have nothing to add to talk of weather and outgrown clothing it's because I can't think of anything Continue Reading