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Mark's birthday was a beautiful fall day, foggy as I was driving out to the cemetery. The fog started to lift as I got closer you could see blue sky and then gray again. But it was still so peaceful. When I got to the cemetery I noticed I had 2 text messages one from my daughter Krsytal saying I love you, mom. The next was from my DIL she is in the hospital waiting for baby Jaxson to get a little bigger so he could be born. She had sent me a picture of Jaxson (the new baby) with his face looking like he's kissing the ultrasound wand. New life. I shared the messages with Mark beautiful gifts each. As I drove away the fog began to lift again blue skies ahead.