Today has been a sad day for Mom. This morning, we left her friends in Curlew and drove twisty, bumpy backroads. From the main road, she turned onto a smaller road. She got excited about that one. She announced that she knew where she was. I had hoped that she knew that before we started! In no time, the pavement turned to gravel. I wanted to know if she had jumped back to Alaska. She said she only had a couple more turns to take us to the old cabin.

When the road turned to two hard to see tracks through flowers, but passed a mass of old junked cars, I thought she had lost her mind! A few minutes later, she pulled to the side and stopped. She got a bag from a box under the bunk. She and Missy walked down a hill to an outcrop of rocks. I wanted to go too, because I knew this was something important, but knew I was too short to walk that far. She turned in a circle before she opened the bag and poured out what I later learned were Dad’s ashes. This was a place they both loved. It is a beautiful spot. Dad would have been pleased.