I may welcome winter with it's cold, dark, nights. The days shortened without the light. No picnics, pumpkins or presents to face only darkness feels my embrace. It is but a season, that you can't escape. The only one that enwraps the bitter pain.
Life continues it's circle with new babies and blossoms for everyone to welcome.
Springtime will never be the same. The end of the school year brings not joyous shouts but remembrances of a life that was taken before it could blossom in the sun of summer. For every time there is a season, for laughter and for sorrow. I know this- just give me a season or two to grieve. Something much better than words or sounds.