seasons

I placed a small pumpkin on my porch this week since it is the first week of fall.  I normally love the change in seasons.  It was something I loved about living on the east coast, we got to see all four seasons change so dramatically.  But today I looked at that pumpkin and realized Ryan died four days after the first day of summer.  It was the most horrific summer of my life.  It was the most horrific season of my life.  Most of summer 2016 is just a blur of pain, sickness, and shock, a lot of fuzzy details really.  But now, a few days after the first day of fall, I realize Ryan won't get to see this fall.  Or winter.  Or spring.  Or next summer.  I just miss Ryan so much this week.
"And God said, 'Let there be lights in the expanse of the heavens to separate the day from the night.  And let them be for signs and for seasons, and for days and for years.'" (Gen. 1:14)