A daisy in winter

December 22, 2010
I can’t let the day pass without acknowledging my mother, who passed from this world 11 years ago today. Although I feel her with me from time to time, I miss her corporal presence every single day. {The daisy is her symbol}

Many years ago I brought my parents to Yosemite in the winter. They were awed by its grandeur.

But I’m sure that even Yosemite pales in comparison to the splendors of their world now.

{Thanks for making your presence known last night at dinner, Mom,
and so many times last week.}

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