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I love fall. I love the colors of fall, and the wardrobe, and the crispness of the air.
But the truth is... fall is tainted now. It's different than the falls I used to know, and now, when the trees change, I think, this was the time of year. It was the time of year that my mom went about her normal activities, doing her normal good, and then, one morning, she didn't. And she was in a hospital bed for seven and a half weeks, and then she was gone.
Sometimes in the morning, it smells like the morning she collapsed, that morning I got the text message from 800 miles away, and that first night that she almost didn't make it through.
It smells like that in the mornings now, and I love the smell, and I love fall, but it's also the smell of never being the same.
And that's the truth here on this beautiful October morning.
