Comfort food

I can smell October in the air.

It is not the same.  Formally the sent of October would bring to mind adventuure and change.

But now it smells of death and brings to mind memories.

Some memories are fond.

It reminds me of those days when you used to set up decorations, your eyes twinkling in excitement.

It reminds me of all your silly outfits you would ware to teach at school.  Every day a dfferent pair of socks.

It reminds me of your yearly stock pile of candy… 15 bags was never enough.

Some memories are not.

Because mostly it reminds me of that day when it suddenly got worse. 

It reminds me of the nursing home. Sitting by your bedside looking at the falling leaves out your window.

It reminds me of that night when your life finally faded and I cried alone in the cold october air.

It fills me with memories of you. One year later, and I still miss you the same.