John, this was such a touching story (and great drawings too). In my youth, autumn made me incredibly melancholy. The brilliant fall colors seemed to emphasize the death they preceeded. Now that I am in the autumn of my life, I understand the value of letting go, even when it’s the final letting go. I appreciate the transitions that allow space for the new. I realize that if we humans are lucky, we get the chance to be boldly colorful before our final transition. Your story said it all.