A lot of K-12 schools and even colleges and universities offer a “Fall Break” around now. It’s breathing room after an intense roll back into a specific routine.
For my part, I’m especially grateful for the breathing room this year as I continue to process a recent loss. My father passed away on October 10th, and for any of you who have experienced the loss of a parent (or anyone else close to you, of course), you can understand the many different kinds of emotions that take over whenever they want. If you’re interested in the kind of man he was, you can read about him here.
Like many parent-child relationships, mine was complicated with him. One thing that wasn’t complicated was that I loved him and he loved me, and I am at peace with that. A tidbit that I discovered when visiting my stepmother earlier this week was that he’d made it about halfway through my debut, All I’m Asking. I did know he was reading it and I also know it was probably a true “labor” of love as it is not his kind of reading on so many different levels. But what I appreciate is that he was trying. I love him for this, too.
“Trying” for anyone we care about is important work. I hope you are able to pause today and consider who is trying for your sake and how you might be trying for others.