Ashes to Ashes.

The beautiful strong body that my mom was able to live a rich vibrant life in for sixty eight and a half years was privately cremated this morning at 10:01. Along with the brain tumor. Along with her most loved head wrap, most worn cashmere sweater, warmest pants, a pair of her favorite socks and soft leather shoes. I honored my mom's body when she passed. I've honored my mom's wishes with a caring respectful cremation. I'll forever, every day, and many days -- every minute, honor the spirit and love and memories and dreams and force that was, and is my mom. Today, with some loving help, I worked in mom's garden. Tended to her roses. Cleared off the stone pathways. Raked fallen leaves. Got my hands deep into the earth and imagined my moms hands tending to this very dirt many many times before. It's a completion to one piece of mom's end of life. It's all just as it should be today. I feel some small earthy peace today.