Goodbye Summer, Goodbye Dad
Time will move on, whether we want it to or not…
I wasn’t going to let this summer go without a fight. I’m sure you’re surprised to hear that. When have I ever not been eager to see summer ease into fall, my favorite season of all?
But not this year.
This year, you left us just as summer reached its peak. I was awakening at 5:00 a.m. in order to take my walks before the heat set in, and to catch a glimpse of the beautiful, pink and gold dawns that are so characteristic of this time of year.
Maybe it made me remember being a kid again, ten years old, scrambling to keep up with your fast stride as we wound our way through the mazes of suburban streets on those early morning walks we used to take together. Or maybe it just gave me a small sense of relief from a time of year that feels so overwhelming to me — the blinding sun, the triple-digit temperatures.
You left just before those first hundred-degree days — but not until after the longest day of the year. Was that purposeful? Were you waiting for a ride on a sunbeam? Did you need to pass through that solstice portal before you could step into a new world?
I still can’t figure it out. They told us you would leave us in winter. I know you remember because you thought that’s what would…
