This is Hoppy.
He enjoys his noonday snacks at the Lorelei
I was lucky enough to snap a few shots of him
today as he was grooming.
Isn't he special?
Thirty-plus years ago, Islamorada was a special place for us.
We would go there to escape the craziness of Miami and our jobs.
It was a sleepy little fishing village.
Now it is very commercial.
Marker 88, our longtime favorite restaurant,
is as commercial as everything else.
We were so saddened by this.
But yet, we knew in our hearts that it would be this way.
Hoppy is an amazing guy, isn't he?
He has survived the craziness!
Wish that I were Poppy!
We drove from Islamorada to Naples this afternoon.
It's an interesting ride through south Florida:
mangroves, Miccosukee, manmade madness.
One of my Mom's last wishes was to have her ashes scattered
in the Gulf of Mexico
where she had scattered my Dad's in 1986.
She would never have requested this,
but when I suggested it,
she teared up and agreed that that was indeed
It was difficult to let her go,
but I was strengthened by C's presence
and also knowing that this was where my Mom wanted to be.
I'm so glad to have this day behind me.
Rest In Peace, Mom.