September is the month of death (at least in the Northern Hemisphere) when summer’s bounty, extracted from sunlight, must be removed or wither on the vine. The month of death is even more so since the September 11, 2001, attack on New York’s World Trade Center. My friend’s mother died of old age on that fateful day, and her personal grief was wrapped by the same sadness we all felt at the senseless loss of life. My friend, like those whose loved ones who died in the 9-11 attack, experienced monumental sadness, sadness for the loss of a specific life, sadness for the loss of those unknown, but symbolic of the nation, lives sacrificed to an idea of justice we will never comprehend.

My mother died two years ago today. Thoughts on her life …. later, another day.