My dear husband of 54 years died last October from CHF. He was hospitalized,but we thought he would be going home. He wanted to see the leaves that had turned red and yellow in our yard. I took pictures for him, but he had gotten so fatigued that he really hardly looked at them. On October 21 the doctor started the morphine drip since his lungs were filling with fluid,and he was having trouble breathing. He fell asleep that night and never awoke. I now realize that I should have held him and told him again how much he meant to me, and how much I loved him.

The leaves just didn't have much meaning after he left me. Now when I see the leaves turn again next fall, I will feel such sadness.