My story is about the autumn blaze maple. Almost two years ago my father-in-law passed away after complications, after a surgery. We weren't expecting it, and we sort of found ourselves struggling to find some direction in what to do. We were driving around the cemetery looking for a plot and we were drawn to the location under the autumn blaze maple. It was gorgeous red and we were sort of comforted by the idea that every year we could come back and see that same color. About a year later, my husband and I were on a walk and we were walking over a bridge over I-88. There were no trees anywhere to be found, but in our path was a single red autumn blaze maple leaf. So when I picked up that leaf, I didn't know where it came from, but I did feel connected to him. I...I feel connected to him every time I see the autumn blaze maple.
