There is a Season

I saw a tree this morning with leaves starting to turn. It's a sign a Fall...the end of Summer. A new season. A new change. There have been six seasons since Mom and Dad died. Each one that came and went brought about a change of some kind for us that were left to mourn them. Seasons brought separation, reunion, weddings, babies, new opportunities and loss.

We stood strong through those seasons; it was a great ride! As Summer ended recently and the mark of Autumn/Fall showed itself on the horizon, another change occurred. The force that has broken us struck with fury and her truth was revealed. There is a surprise that it took as long as it did to break us; as we were never really strong together without them. To isolate has been the goal and her success is proven.

Words spoken in anger reveal all truths; cause wounds ~ even the words between the lines. You can't take them back or erase them once they are spoken. They also reveal that the words of love, family and friendship spoken before were all lies. That hurts the most...that was the plan I guess. We've spoken harshly and not at all through the years..finally there came a break and I was drawn in to the warmth of friendship and familial respect/love. Finally..a mutual place..peace..harmony..love. When the rain fell and washed away the tissue-paper veil there was a realization that it wasn't as real as I thought. This season didn't bring anger from me, just a feeling of loss again at what I thought was true. It wasn't.

Seasons come.
Seasons go.