October is a hard month. It’s the month Steve died, the month of our wedding anniversary and the month he came alive every Halloween as the Beast. Now, when the leaves start to turn and the air gets crisp, I feel that ache rise up again. What once was a season of fun and family has become a time of quiet remembering. But after years of living through these “hard days,” I’ve learned something important: we can’t avoid them, but we can move through them with grace.
