I can't believe it's been a year.
I brought four roses to Madera Canyon, one for each of her children. I dropped the roses in her memory in the same spot I spread her ashes, among the hummingbirds. She adored those mountains, always describing them as spiritual.
The blip is me holding them over the short cliff. Extras include the release and the final resting spot in the Pyracantha bush.
I miss her more each day.