When I think of Autumn I think of great changes. Spring comes with the promise of new things. Life itself developes seemingly out of nowhere. It is a time of rebirth. The summer follows with all of it's glory and maturity comes to all which sprang forth from the beauty of spring.
Autumn follows and the trees begin to change.
I look at Autumn as being the place where my mother is now. Just as the trees shed their leaves, she is also losing a small part of herself everyday. The caregiver does indeed live with it much as the victim does, for it touches all who are invloved. I hope to link you to sites that contain information on Alzheimer's. So much has been written that there is no need to repeat it all here.