Bittersweet

September is always a bittersweet month. It holds far too many anniversaries of one sort or another. It starts off well with a cluster of birthdays, ours and friends. I always end up having a clothes emergency mid-month with the change over of seasons. Then it would tail off with the anniversary of my fathers death, when all my siblings would call home to speak to mum. (I’m ten years behind everyone else, so was at home a lot longer). Now it tails off even more with the anniversary of our mother’s death. So like her to be as considerate in death as she had in living and not give us two times of year to get sad.