The wind is bringing down the leaves already, before they change. The heavy rain weakened their stem’s hold on the branches. The streets are strewn with pine cones, wet foliage and rivulets.
It would make my dad sing Nat King Cole’s Tis Autumn, but he’s no longer with us. This would be his 98th birthday week. I’ll sing it for him and remember all the years together.
How do you remember those who are no longer with us? Can you sing their songs for them? Ki to Happiness sings and remembers.