It’s that time of year again — when sluggishness and sadness creep into the daily grind. I swear, I don’t bring this on myself. But I do respect it. That is, once I acknowledge it.
Fortunately, I suppose, it is not as blatantly obvious as it has been for the past 9 years. I may not be jumping out of bed any faster, but I am not under the covers sobbing anymore. At least not thus far. Nonetheless, there seems to always be an undercurrent of the loss. It is no longer the in-your-face memory of Tom’s final weeks of life that it once was. I guess time does heal the pain…eventually.
In past years, this is the time of year when YaYa tends to run himself down to the point where any sickness he has been hit with is easily able to take over. With pneumonia taking him out of school for a week’s time on three occasions, I am always nervous when he falls ill. As for BoBo, since he has not been with me until now, I am just beginning to see if he has the same tendency to fall ill during the transition towards the first day of Spring.
Well, BoBo has been fighting a cold for nearly two weeks now while YaYa stayed home from school on Monday and begged to stay home on Wednesday. As for me, I have found that although the days are getting longer, I have been excessively tired. Like I have observed in the boys, I have found myself shifting into overdrive this past week in an effort to override the exhaustion. As a result, I can now add being sick and sore to my tiredness.
In case you’re wondering what any of this has to do with the image, the photo shows a few lines from one of Tom’s many poems. I always loved how he described the sun setting and night coming on. Like death, the setting sun is just one of the many transitions in life. I’m not sure if that is what he intended, but that is what comes to mind when I read these lines today.