I reached into the bag holding my mother’s remains and released her into the Everywhere. Gideon danced. The wave coming to kiss our feet swirled the ashes. Gideon ran through them and around me in delight, “This is the best day ever, Mama!” Tears streaming down my face I answered, “It is. It really is the best day ever.” Because it was.
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