Chilly weather fronting in here in the south, moist and sink-into-the-bones but not quite freezing temperatures. I'll bring in my pepper plant and the hanging basket tonight and look for frost in the morning.
I got an unexpected text and call today, from my erstwhile fiance's cousin, the man that helped me facilitate his cremation long distance. We have forged an unusual and tentative friendship, I think, after the urgent missives and updates that flew back and forth in the early days after Adam's loss; they were not ever close, yet his was the only family contact in Adam's phone, so he was the one who had to step up. In some ways I think it has been healing for him to know that despite the lack of interaction, Adam kept his number and mentioned him. Had more time been allotted to him, they may have eventually developed an adult friendship. That wasn't to be, but he has been courteous and supportive from halfway around the world during the process. Today was only the second time we'd had a phone conversation, and the first time it was not simply expedient information exchange. We talked for about a half hour about relationships, and old souls, acceptance and grief. It was a good talk, and I extended the open invitation offered to him once when Adam spoke to him a while back to visit if he passed through the area. He commented that I had gone beyond anything expected for Adam both during his life and after; but I countered that not enough people extend themselves or make themselves vulnerable because their fears make them tentative. Barring cruelty or honest danger, if you are going to say you love, you have to be willing to follow that love wherever it goes.