Three days to go. Three more days and I can breathe again. Back to school will be my back to good test. This time tomorrow I will be gearing up for Gehring. Like Ray says, three more days.
Sometimes I think it was a mistake to get married in September. The thought is fleeting but, it is my hated month after all. My nemesis in more ways than one. I shut people out and refuse to shout it out, work it out. My angry month. Sad, but true. I like it that way. I dream of Gin. I think of Integrity.
Three more days and I can unleash the pumpkins, bats, cats, witches and all things scary. I love October and all it brings. Pumpkin everything. This year I’ll search the faces of orange orbs and find my True Jack for the 31st. High Hopes boasts a syrup season too good to miss. Caleb’s Scary House waits for wusses like me.
**I don’t know what I did to deserve your gifts. You hardly know the tragedy of the ninth month. But, I thank you for sending smiles when I needed them most.**
~*LunaSea*~ 
Notice the good in the prsent moment, even as you honor your feeling from times past. I do not expect that it should be easy, but I have the utmost faith that you will one day find balance and peace ragardless of what month the calendar claims it to be.
(I also have faith that I will one day be able to type without so many darn spelling errors!)