Today is the final day of September, and I am happy and relieved to see it move. I have been holding my breath. That might seem like a ridiculous thing to say, but I think there is some truth in it. A whole lot of pent-up energy on Earth. September is hurricane season, and this one was especially bad.
A year ago yesterday, my wife’s parents were struck by a truck when crossing the street. The incident occurred at 7pm, which in September, in Boston, is dark — a time of day when it was not dark just a couple weeks earlier. My mother-in-law spent 4 weeks in the hospital, most of the with her skull partly removed to ease the swelling and hopefully stave off extensive’ brain damage.
In the last year, she’s had a miraculous recovery, and this month she really went back to work. She is driving, and caring for herself. If you did not know her and did not know about the collision, you would never suspect anything occurred. It is amazing really. The physicians have been in awe of their recovery.
We are so thankful. And we have been walking on eggshells all month, feeling the season change — the atmosphere getting crisper, the night coming sooner. Feeling the feelings we felt last year at this time, and with this unconscious anticipation of impending doom. I am knocking on wood as I write this, that we have made it through.
It is also Yom Kippur now — the day of atonement, the holiest day of the year, and the conclusion of the high holidays. A time to flip the page, look back at the past year, reflect on our activities, and look ahead to the new year. I have always enjoyed formal turning points; somehow they make it much easier to obtain some clarity amidst the mess.
I guess I do not actually have a point to this post, except to point out the shift in the atmosphere, and wish everyone the best as they browse the coming season.