Every day as I drive around and see the beautiful colors I am reminded of Dad. I don't know anyone who loved nature like he did. He loved the fall leaves. He and mom often took trips to "see the leaves". Wonder if the leaves change in heaven.
There was one day when Dad came to my office and got me and said, come with me, I want to show you something. We drove a few miles away to the top of a hill where the most glorious tree was brilliant with color. It was literally glowing. It was such a display of God's awesome creation. Occasionally I pass that same tree now and it reminds me of my Dad. In fact everytime I see a magnificent colorful tree I remember my Dad.
Today I was pointing out beautiful trees to my grandson, Josiah. I hope he inherits this love of the turning of leaves and I hope he remembers how much MiMi loved the fall colors.
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I've had similar moments this fall. The colors have been full, and it has brought back many memories of RW.
We used to see if there were more red leaves than orange, or more orange than red. It was our way of fighting over who would win the coming Iron Bowl. I'm glad he's not here to see all the red leaves this year.
we used to play football on thanksgiving. i remember running through the leaves. it was a fun time. he and barb would come by every fall on their way to the mountains to see the foliage. so fall goes hand in hand with dad.
i always loved the rides in the spring and fall to look at dogwoods or the hues of autumn. i share his enthusiam for the same.
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