Autumn was Josh's favorite season.

When I wake up to the cool, crisp fall air and the bright colored leaves, it is both calming and hurtful at the same time. I take comfort in the colors, sights and sounds of autumn. I share the beauty of the season with Josh's memory. I miss him and the tears begin to fall. Then I think about him, smiling at me from Heaven, and the beauty surrounds me once again.