LESSONS FOR LIFE
“SCATTER ME TO THE WIND or take me to Paris.”
That was my mother’s response when I asked her what she wanted us to do with her after she was gone. For four years she’d been battling her cancer. But when the end came, it came fast. And here we were. She was with us, talking. That’s when I broached the subject.
Mom had not made any plans for herself. No plot or memorial, no discussion of where or how. At the point I felt she knew what was coming and was ready for the question, I asked. What do you want us to do with your ashes? She shrugged and offered her one-liner about Paris. I can hear it as vividly today as the moment she uttered it. Mom had visited Paris as a young woman, loved it but had ...