I love the moon, especially the full moon.
Never did I think that I might not welcome it. Each night this week I found myself staring at the sky, in awe of the moon's soft beautiful glow, noting sadly how each night it is larger and brighter. Like an hour glass filling with sand, time is running out.
This week, when the moon is at its fullest, please say a prayer or wish for Gabe and his friends.