Today was Jake's birthday. He would have been 33 years old.
I brought Arlo to the cemetery so he could leave his daddy a gift. He initiated the plot last year on Jake's birthday. It's something Jake would have gotten a kick out of. He had that type of personality.
Autumn reminds me of him. It has a little to do with our anniversary being followed four days later by his birthday, then Hockey season starting. But then it's just the pure presence of Autumn with its changing colors. Jake loved just being in nature and the leaves changing color has always seemed to be the quintessential representation of nature. Jake was at a changing point in his life when he died, and although it happened in the summer, that changing in him will therefore always leave him eternally in autumn in my mind.
I left weekly craft night early so I could cheer on his favorite hockey team - the Chicago Blackhawks. I would love to say they won just like they did last year, but unfortunately I would be lying. They managed to survive through overtime, but lost it in a shoot out. I like watching the shoot out, but don't think it should be the way a "winner" is determined.
Arlo visiting Daddy.
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