Rocks have always had a special place in my heart and I have always been fascinated by the various textures and shapes.  Granted (no pun intended – granite – granted get it?) anyway…the ones I am mostly referring to are the ones painted by nature. Sometimes the beautiful color or the luster of the minerals made me happy so I kept it. I would often pick up a rock as a token or souvenir to remember a special location or vacation. Kind of like finding a shell on the beach and taking it home.  One very special rock is the one I found on a day I was terribly missing my mom not long after she passed away.  My heart was heavy and I really wanted to talk to her, to touch her and to be in her presence.  As I walked along in my grief, I noticed a heart-shaped…