About 90ish percent of the leaves dropped the night of the first hard freeze down here last week. Still have about 5% hangers on. This is in my immediate surroundings, other parts of Lawton, ymmv. Granddaughter has been doing a fine job being a self-propelled leaf pile mulcher. Nother night or two and I’ll be able to stuff them all into 3 bags instead of the 10 or so I was looking at pre-Maggie.
With the exception of my aunt, who seems determined to go on forever (much like her mother), all the members of the generation above mine have passed. Like you, I hear the echoes of that voice, but I’ve learned not to pay it too much mind. As Jesus said, “who among you can, by worrying, add a single hour to your life?” I just enjoy each day, and try not to look too far ahead.
And now turkey day for me is the day my dad breathed his last. But even so, it was at least more or less mercifully quick (metastasized lung and brain cancer, covered by copd and dementia, so no one knew until days beforehand). Diagnosis to end was a couple of days. I can at least still give thanks for that.