New Mexico

Open Skies. Family. Uncertainty. Travel.

My uncle Died. We all knew it was coming- not because he was sick, not because he was a quadriplegic, nit because he had an infected cut on his finger.

Because the Universe told us. And we all tried to listen in our own ways.

But in the end... the very next day... it happened.

And we all cried, got mad, and got moving.

And got here.

To New Mexico. 

 

Cousins Met for the First time, and It was amazingly perfect. Grudges were released, Love came back into play.

Work got done, Things got situated, Life got picked up and continued on with...

 

Thanks Fadgie For Bringing us all together,  You really are the Best, Sarg.