Please allow me to add my sentimental post to this topic.

In February of this year my mother passed away of ovarian cancer. She was 60 years old. I had purchased my land in December, shortly before her passing. She was able to make three trips out to the property and enjoyed its beauty immensly. Unfortunately, the pond wasn't completed by the time of her last visit, but she knew I was having it constructed.

As she was laying in the hospital bed going through her last moments, I whispered into her ear and asked that she visit us all while we're sitting by the pond. She nodded her head and I felt comfortable knowing that she had heard my request.

This weekend I went camping with my wife and 2 year old daughter. We went down to the pond before lunch and I put my daughter in a float. We swam out to the middle of the pond and giggled with each other as we splashed around. It was a perfect day, with bright sunshine and a light breeze that stirred the leaves on the tall trees surrounding the pond. It was made even sweeter when I thought back that moment in the hospital. I knew we weren't alone. I told my daughter to look up at the sky and say hi to Masoo.

I'm really fortunate, as are all of us, to have a place that can bring so much joy and meaning to our lives. The word pond really doesn't do justice to the miracles it shares.


0.6 acre pond / 13' max depth / Bonham, TX