Mothers

Remembering my mom on the anniversary of her passing / Cindy La Ferle ____________ Please visit the home page for additional content and social media sharing options.   Parts of this blog do not show on digital devices.

September is a bittersweet month — a month of longer shadows, golden light, shorter evenings, and rich, poignant sunsets. It’s the month when cottages are closed for the summer, school resumes, sweaters are pulled from storage, and autumn officially begins. In a way that only September can do, it feels like both a beginning and an ending.

September is the month of my mother’s birthday, and today, September 13, is the anniversary of her passing. As I post this, I happen to be in the same place where I learned of her death four years ago, so I’ve been in a quiet, reflective mood most of the day. 

But rather than revisit painful feelings of grief and loss, I focused instead on savoring the beauty of my mother’s month — just as she would have wanted. This afternoon, I drove to downtown St. Joseph, where I bought two new novels and a fall jacket, admiring the fall harvest displays in shop windows along the way — and feeling every inch my mother’s daughter. ~Cindy La Ferle