I was brave, I resisted, I set myself on fire

Well it’s been a while, yeah?

I’m still trying to figure out how to deal with Sue’s death, with my life without her. We didn’t talk often, but I felt so loved, and safe, and special with her. She was the most joyful person I’ve ever met. From her, I learned what kind of family I want, how I want my relationships with people to be. I can’t think about any of this without crying. One positive thing to come of it is that I smoked my last cigarette over a month ago, on the way home from Michigan, and I haven’t wanted to go near one since. It wasn’t lung cancer, but it was cancer all the same.

Autumn has come to Pittsburgh, first by bursting in, leaving wet footprints all over and a chill in the house, then by sheepishly stepping back, slipping off her wet shoes and closing the door. The leaves are on fire, and there are pumpkins on our porch.

Driving to the farm for pumpkins:

On the way back into town:

Girls on an autumn day:

Kathryn & Me at the Ladies Night Dinner Party: