She called her college bound son outside the night before he left.
"See it? I will always see it too. It will keep us close, no matter where you go."
We were driving east toward the mountains early one evening when I saw the top of the full moon. I watched it rising in the low place between peaks. It got bigger and bigger and then broke free, floating in the vee, there in the darkening sky. We turned south on the freeway and I kept watching, hypnotized by its journey. The moon slowly disappeared. Then it started creeping out of the other side of that mountain. It freed itself to be caught again by the next peak. It kept moving though, and finally climbed so high no mountain could swallow it.
No perspective could deny it.
He said to his daughter, "See it? She sees it too."
Months later. From her car seat in the back.
"I see it! Grammy's Moon!"