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“One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.” James Earl Jones


Ahhh… September….
The first half of my life it was my most anticipated month. One more year to witness… as I would turn into a new life every September the 18th.

I was born that day in 1967.

Almost 6 years into the bloom and fall of the leaves, I was adopted. Not just by “kind people”, but my dad was my lifeline. My mom…my rock. Where would I have landed without them? Only God knows… or was that his plan the whole time? Only he h as the key to that safe.

I loved September..

But since September the 16th, 1992... I have fought the biggest hatred in my life thus far for the same month. I will never forget my cousin’s face as she walked up to me and said… “he’s gone”. My dad… was gone. His little truck all packed and set to leave his farm in Oklahoma to surprise me on my birthday in Nashville . H e was proud… and I was a waitress then. But he believed in me anyway. Thank God… he believed.

I wish I could tell him thank you. Words I utter in my heart… constantly.

9 years to the day of my Dad’s funeral, I buried my brother Jimmy. Life was too much for him. He was so soft, loving and I didn’t know… but lonely. And I wish I could tell him… it really does get better. The pain really does lessen and there will be someone that cares enough someday to make it worth the breathing… the living…

And still… it’s only words I can utter in my heart.

In September of 2000 my mom, my rock was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.
I watched for 7 years as the disease removed every life lesson and memory from the savings account in her mind. It was a strange transition as I slowly picked up the rock, put her in my pocket and carried her into her new/old life… everyday as I reminded her who she was.

And now, her memory are words I can utter in my heart

Ahhh… September…
I silently whisper the previously unspoken words into the cool September skies for my Dad, and Jimmy and Mom and me…
I need to speak them. I need these words to reopen doors I have closed, feelings I have pushed away. I need to rekindle my childhood romance with September; I want to embrace its anticipation and I want to stop blaming it for my inability to utter words. I want to blow out my birthday candles and make a wish, a heartfelt and passionately honest wish. I want to stand on a rooftop and say the words my heart has feared. And I would love if you would do the same.

Thank you for continuing with me on this journey,
M