Today, October 3rd, would have been my mother’s 99th birthday. She was born to immigrant parents in Washington, DC and lived through the depression and WWII.
She left this earthly existence behind almost two years ago. She had recently turned 97.
I think of her every day and search the clouds as she did, looking for signs of loved ones who have passed, marveling at the size and infinite changing shapes of the clouds, and of course searching for the occasional elephant, bird, or dog.
Kozmicdogz Breaks Loose 