A new page turned on the wall calendar has brought us to September. 

There are several “holidays” in September worth noting. Let’s see here which ones are worth a mention.

Ah yes, this coming Tuesday is “Papa was a rolling stone” Day. 

“It was the third of September. A day I’ll always remember.”

And then later in the month, on Saturday the 21st. That’s “Do you remember?” Day. 

“Do you remember the 21st night in September?”

I was never sure which one he is. Earth? Wind? or Fire?

Don’t roll your eyes just yet at those important dates. If we can have a “National Hot Dog Day” and a “National Take Your Pet Chipmunk To Work Day,” then surely we can have “Papa Was A Rolling Stone Day.”

September is full of promise. A change in the mood and in life. It’s much more exciting than, say maybe, August or perhaps a February when you’re typically in the middle of a grind of monotonous tasks that doesn’t seem like it will end. 

For some, September swings the other way. A beginning of the end. The first page in a final chapter of a book. A comparison with getting old and death. I suppose so. I like to look at it the other way. Except for songs. 

Roseanne Cash wrote one for her father with September in the title. In an article for the Smithsonian, Cash told the reporter that September was her metaphor for death.

Roseanne spent a bit of her life trying hard to run from the shadow of John R. Cash. She had a bit of success at making her own name too. But in the September of his life, or better yet, his December days upon him, she co-wrote this one.

I plan to crawl outside these walls, close my eyes and see
and fall into the heart and arms of those who wait for me
I cannot move a mountain now, I can no longer run
I cannot be who I was then, in a way, I never was.

Sadness abounds. It’s a favorite of mine, but then again, I like sad songs. 

Take a listen for yourself to “September When it Comes.