The last summer visit with my mother, she stood a little to the side of this tree. We laughed so hard during that visit we peed ourselves. Such wonderful, healthful memories. Thanksgiving 2009 found us collected around her for the first time in several decades, celebrating our blessings and being reconnected before Mom, who loved flying, took flight permanently just months later. That was the last thanksgiving I spent with anyone. Some days I look to the mountains and I know Mom is looking back at me. I can feel her as surely as if she were still here. Because she is. A short little woman, her love casts a mighty shadow eternal – look, you can see for yourself, her shadow by the tree! For all of this, for her love and our time with her, our memories no one can ever erase, I am so thankful.