The Final Month

During Kindergarten orientation night, someone called our kids the Class of 2023, and I thought to myself how hard August 2023 would be. Thank G-d it was so far away.

But now it is here. The final month. The final weeks. Really, we’re down to the final days.

It is so weird to dread a month for so long. An event, yes. But a month — to have a date in your head for over a decade — is another story. You can see how far away it is on a calendar and watch it inch closer and closer until you are inside that calendar page. Inside those 31 days.

The mornings are the hardest. I have a few seconds when I wake up while my brain is untangling, and then I remember. And I feel so overwhelmingly sad. The nights are hard, too, when I’m about to go to bed, and I have time to think about it. The rest of the day is filled with work and distractions and tasks.

Apologies. I only have one thing to say lately.