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Eight years ago today, my mother died.  I was at her side, performing therapeutic touch as she laid there in a coma.  In keeping with her wishes, her body was cremated and small amounts of her… stored in single serving Tabasco Sauce bottles… have been given to family members who have sprinkled her from hot air balloons, into the Pacific ocean, and onto the Yankee Stadium bullpen, just to name a few.  Today, is the start of crab season here in San Francisco and Emma and I will be heading out to a restaurant to celebrate.  Of course, we will be taking Mom out with us.  She wasn’t allergic to crab, only shrimp, so it’s okay.  Miss you, mom.



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