Can it be one year?

On a trip to Yellowstone and Jackson Hole last fall the weather was unusually cold and there was even snow in the highest elevations in the park. While visiting we decided to warm up with some spiked coffee on this deck with a beautiful view.  As I was sitting on the deck thinking of my mom and how much she would have loved the view, I never noticed until I went back to view my photos, that the rail and flame from the gas heaters would look like a burning cross!

 

My mom will be with me for the rest of my life!

“Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the waters of adversity and grief”.

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