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photo copy 13In case you can’t read this profound sign from heaven, it reads, “Donuts Cure End-of-Summer Blues.” I didn’t know where to go for this solution, so I kept riding my bike. He kept flying his airplane. But Labor Day comes and goes and ushers in the Fall whether on the ground or in the air.

Saying “Goodbye Summer” is hard on a lot of us. It typifies saying “Adios” to anything. Something that we really love goes away. Summers return. Yet, sometimes it seems to take forever. Other people, things, times and places never come back. Funerals. Divorces. College days. Youth. Raising little ones. Careers. They are indeed fleeting.

For years, I worked with the elderly and witnessed them saying goodbye to all sorts of levels of independence. Sometimes it was sudden and other times it evaporated very slowly. Nursing homes generally do not serve donuts.

But even middle-agers who can’t return to their glory days no less return a serve have to deal with the multitude of hints that their bodies provide. There may be a lot of good life left, but one must be intentional about appreciating the future. And that goes for younger people passing through their various stages.

I have discovered that some of us have a much easier time with the get-over-it-and-move-on philosophy. Some have the gift of not looking back. By my creaked neck, you can tell I am not one of the fortunate ones.

I love warm weather. I’m in a four-season climate and sometimes Mother Nature decides that Winter’s “last call” is later than what she allows for Summer. The obvious solution for many of us is to become “snowbirds” and head south for the cold months.

But there will come a time when you have to say goodbye to something or someone and you’ll even lose your taste for donuts. For me, I’m going to look beyond the clouds. It won’t be pie (I mean donuts) in the sky.

“The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever.” Isaiah 40:8

 

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