Whenever I see a beautiful full moon I think of my Grandpa Ridd. He loves the moon. When I was a little girl I remember going outside and checking for the moon. If it was a full moon we would run inside and call Grandpa. Well, the other night I was taking out the garbage and I looked up and saw one of the most beautiful full moon's ever and my thoughts went right to Grandpa. This picture doesn't do it justice, but it's the best I could get at the time! I love you Grandpa!
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You are correct, it was one of the most beautiful moons ever. The night sky reminds me of my mother, as she would show us some of the constellations. I love the full moon. [My cats get really crazy during full moons.]
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