As we approached the park and the snow covered mountains started to rise up in front of us, I knew that we were doing the right thing. It felt right.

 

And on Sunday after we all went out for breakfast together, we donned our cold-weather gear and drove the scenic drive to the trail head. We specifically chose a shorter walk with no incline so that we could go back to visit for many years to come, even as we get less mobile.

 

We found a spot on the lake's edge with magestic mountains framing the lake on all sides. She just told us that she wanted to be "in the mountains", but never gave us a specific spot. But, Brent informed us that he had been on this walk with her when he was younger. She had been there. She had found beauty and joy in this spot. This was the right spot and I truly believe that it is where she wanted to be.

 

We lit her memorial candle, read a poem and said goodbye again as we laid her to rest in that crystal clear lake surrounded by her mountains. It was hard and beautiful and emotional and it was "right".

 

That spot will have a special meaning for all of us now and we'll be back to visit many times.

 

I love you Mom and I miss you.