They allow people to share their stories, but I can’t share mine with FB. I just don’t want to. But I’ll share it here.
In late July 2010 I promised my mother I’d pay for her to take a trip anywhere in the world she wanted to go before her disabilities prevented her from traveling. She chose to visit family on the other side of the country in late August, so that’s where I sent her. When she returned, she developed a staph infection that created complications with her other disabilities. A month later on October 1st, 2010, she passed away.
I kept my promise to her, but it’s not the last promise I made to her. I wish it was. There are 2 more promises I still need to keep. One is to live a happy life. That one I’m working on. The other is much harder. I promised I’d spread her ashes, even a tiny amount, into the ocean. Family took the majority of her ashes to be buried with her parents on the east coast, but I still have a small amount. That small amount is the last of her physical self that I have, and I’m finding it overwhelmingly difficult to let that go.
Some day I’ll follow through on that promise. Because I said I would.