November 7

We spent all day Saturday at the nursing home. I took this shot as we left Saturday night. It's blurry and out of focus - pretty much how I felt at the time.

November 6

Thursday, November 5, I got the call that you never want to get. My mom was dying. I needed to get there. We had already planned a trip for the weekend, so we left a day early, on Friday, and drove to Salt Lake. I was distracted. This is the only photo I took, at Wallace, less than an hour after we left.

I will be forever grateful to the friends who encouraged me to go a day early. Friday night, my mom knew me. She smiled when I said hello, said she loved me too, and wanted a kiss. Those are memories I will have forever.

My Mom

In 1945...

And in 2004, with me.

I love you, Mom.

Fairgrounds

Foggy Morning

Beaver Moon

Driving home from work tonight, I noticed the moon. It was still fairly low in the sky and very bright. I knew it was the full moon tonight and I wondered if this was the Harvest Moon. No, it seemed like that was October. So I Googled it, and it turns out October is the Harvest Moon. And November's moon? Well, it's the Beaver Moon. Of course it is.

Check the source at

http://www.farmersalmanac.com/full-moon-names.

Pretty interesting, for a moon fanatic like me.

More moons to come.

Dia de los Muertos

We went to the local Catholic cemetery today, in honor of Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead), All Saints Day (today), and All Souls Day (tomorrow). It was a beautiful day and we saw some very old headstones.

There was this cross,

marking the grave of an Irish immigrant who died in 1890.

There was this double headstone - mother and child - fashioned out of rocks.

Lots of Mary statues - some with rosaries...

And some without.

And even one of Scott's French Angels,

marking the grave of a woman who died earlier this year.

What a peaceful and holy place.