Mom endured the pain and loss of her very existence while carrying the heavy burden of Alzheimer's Disease. I would like her life and her rebirth to be remembered not as the end but rather as a beginning. So begins her story and the story of those who cared for her. 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.