I had always wished my mother and I could have taken a trip together, found a way to share an adventure, but she turned me down. Sigh. So, after she died and was cremated as she wished I carried a lovely box of her ashes with me, for nearly a year. I took her on dives, brought her to dinner and parties, and at last carried her to the destination she had chosen to be mingled with my father’s ashes.
