Another October is here and with it comes another month of breast cancer awareness shenanigans. Once again, there will be too-many-to-count posts and articles to read about pink ribbon this and pink ribbon that. (Not that any of it is actually about pink or pink ribbons at all; it goes way deeper than that).
There will undoubtedly again be many chances to get frustrated with the nonsense that will surely come. I’ve got a few posts of my own planned.
But guess what?
All that can wait because for me, October will always, first and foremost, belong to my dad.
My dad’s birthday is October 3rd. I don’t say, “was”, because it is still his birthday. It always will be.
This year my dad would have turned 90. That’s a lot of years of living he was blessed with. I know that. I understand that. And I am grateful. I am, but I wanted a few more, just one more. Had we had more, that would not have been enough either. This is just the way we tend to think, I suppose.
And btw, when someone’s elderly loved one dies, it is not comforting for her to hear, at least your dad lived a long life.
True, but not comforting. Not right now. Probably never.
But back to October…
Many of my online friends dread October. Hate it even. Not me. I love October. Always have. Always will. I love it in spite of the pink craziness. My dad loved October too.
I love October for many reasons.