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All my life, going to Livingston, Montana been a comfort to me. My grandparents have always been there. From the time I was born, I knew there were people there who loved me.

As we make there journey now from Idaho, we exclaim over the familiar breathtaking beauty of the mountains. It's like we haven't breathed as deeply since the last time we were there. The air is fresh and clean and crisp. And we miss mom, because she loved this journey home so much. I remember her as she gazed as we drove feeling the beauty of every mountain, rock, tree and flower as we drove. The beauty of the journey was only outdone by how glad she was to see her family, whom she loved so much.
I feel just the same. I won't breathe as deeply until I make it again.