Rain, sleet, and snow have been constant companions these last few weeks in west Michigan. The trees, aflame with color, are extinguished as the wind and water strip them to their branches. The earth is waiting for snow.
For the last few years October has been a bitter month. One of my best friends from college died in early October four years ago. It was sudden, tragic, and left everyone who knew and loved him asking questions with no closure. It stripped the few colors still left in my world and left me emotionally bare and shaking in the wind.
Slowly, as it seems to be the way with nature, my Octobers, which were once my favorite month, have begun to radiate beauty. This year I felt the familiar pain as the anniversary of his death came and went, but I was able to meet that pain with gratitude. It seems a strange thing to feel in the face of death, but gratitude for a life lived reduces the sting of loss.
I am grateful for the moments I could spend with my friend all the years we knew one another. I feel gratitude for the friendships which have been deepened and fortified in the wake of the loss. If I could undo, though some magic or rite, the loss, I would, in a heartbeat. And yet, my heartbeats are a type of magical rite with gratitude serving as a potion mixing memory with the present moment to conjure up the presence of my friend in my mind.
As the season turns, and snow will cover the earth once again. The leaves, pulled by roots from deep in the earth in the Spring, are finished with their existence and return to the soil. The cycle begins again. I will never forget my friend and the love we shared. The death of leaves will always remind me of his life.