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The Month Of Transition
August for me has always brought about great transitions.
August was the month that marked the return to classes when I was growing up in Pennsylvania.
August was the month my mother was diagnosed with the lung cancer which would take her life in less than six months.
August was the month of The Hartford Fair. Going to the fair was The Thing to do. Rides, horse shows, tractor pulls, and fair food. It was the period at the end of the sentence which was summer.
August was the month I fell in love. Multiple times. What they say about summer romances is true. Nearly every man I have loved began with a first summer date.
August was the month I began college at age thirty. And started my journey from stay-at-home Mom to college student to registered nurse.
August was the month we moved from Upstate New York to North Carolina.
August was the month I began working at my current facility. The facility I will be retiring from in a few months — over twenty-five years from that very first day in orientation.
August was the month we separated, my ex-husband and I. Each of us transitioning to single life in painful, baby-steps.
