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  • Two summers ago, I spent the better part of the summer down in South Carolina with Mom, as she came down the home stretch of her life. It was one of the most difficult, yet most rewarding, experiences I’ve ever had in my life. I considered it a true privilege to be able to share that experience with her. One of the things that happened to me over the course of that summer was, I began to notice the sky a lot more. I never really did before. Sometimes, I would be driving down the road, and just have to pull over, and take a picture of it. That’s a habit that has continued to this day.
  • These are shots I took last night, as I left the Giant with the fixings for dinner. I never was one to really notice the sky before, but now, I’m always looking up. I’ll be in the middle of a softball game, and suddenly, be taken by a cloud formation, or a sunset, and just have to stop what I’m doing, and gaze for a minute.
  • It was two years ago yesterday that we had a moment – perhaps my fondest memory of Mom – on the beach, when in a sudden burst of energy, she wanted to go out to lunch, then suggested we go to the beach. It was the last, of many, many times, that I sat with Mom in her favorite place in the world. Ten days later, I sat with her in Hospice as she drew her final breath.

    This picture always leaves me with a smile, and a warmth in my heart that knows no bounds. Whenever things get a little crazy, in my life, or in my head, sometimes all I have to do is look up…and remember.
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