For our final moon, I was inspired by the memory of my nephew Brady who passed away last year. The night of this month's full moon fell on the one year anniversary of his death. That night, I remembered the precious time I got to spend with him and how suddenly it seemed to end. I was away on a business trip when I received the news that he had passed. That was a hard pill to swallow. I felt so helpless and so far away. I cried for my nephew. I cried for my sister and her family. I cried for the pain I felt in my heart. In the days that followed, I tried to be there for my sister as best as I could, but how do you ease the pain of something like that? A year later, it still stings.
But there are still miracles to be had. A few short days ago, my sister gave birth to a second daughter, Piper Quinn. And I am happy to report that mother and baby are doing wonderfully.
These two events, juxtaposed, inspired this full moon winter scene. Barren trees on a cold night made beautiful by the magic of soft falling snow, giving wonder and appreciation to a scene that was once desolate and cold.
"No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow."