Sue Woolfe

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November is a tough month for me

by on Nov.01, 2017, under Good Eats, Health, Life

No escaping the month of November. It comes along every year, right after all the fun of Halloween night. But November is full of sadness and loss for me. It is going to be tough again this November.

My husband’s birthday was in November. The same date as mine, just three months earlier. So he was three months to the day older than me and he liked to hold that over me head when the subject of age and experience would come up.

We lose daylight saving time in November. Set our clocks back on the first Sunday of the month. Sure, we gain an extra hour of sleep that night. But then every day it gets dark an hour earlier. As the month drags on, it is dark earlier and earlier, to the point that when I leave for work in the morning it is dark, and then when I leave to come home it is dark. There can be days when I don’t see the sun at all. So depressing.

November is also Veteran’s Day, when we thank the people who have served in the military – and their families for their many sacrifices. Some gave limbs. Some gave their peace of mind. And some gave their lives.We must never forget the good men and women who have been there for us to protect our freedoms.

While Thanksgiving has always been a special holiday – the best food put on the table of the entire year! Thanksgiving also means busting your diet, being tempted by all the foods you know you shouldn’t be eating, and the turkey dinner coma that comes after eating so much at dinner.

And, Thanksgiving now is the dreadfully sad reminder every year of my husband being gone. Two days after Thanksgiving, three years ago, he was on his way home from visiting his mom and dad when a drunk driver got on the highway, headed the wrong way, and crashed head on into our car. The one and only comfort I can take from that accident is that he was killed instantly and did not suffer.

I dread the second day after Thanksgiving. Some say I should just note the actual date of the accident. But that was not the point. We went to my parent’s house the day after Thanksgiving for our annual Black Friday shopping. And then the second day after Thanksgiving we always went to my in-laws house to go get their Christmas tree and help them decorate it while munching on the turkey dinner leftovers. So, you see, it is not the date that matters to me. It is the loss of the entire second day tradition and part of our lives that we always looked forward to that has been taken away, along with my husband’s life. And that day every November will always be tough for me.

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