I still mother them….

I’ve sprinkled the ashes of Vincent in many places. Italy in a 500 year old fountain, in the water of our ancestors in Ischia, the beach, rivers,and lakes. My brother George sprinkles them on his vacations. I always have issues that the TSA wants to check them. I’ve even had them insist they’re going to open them. But I have to say no that is my son, don’t open it. Having to say those words hits your soul. Those WORDS. That’s my kids.  Today we added Gabriella to Vincent’s ashes and mixed them. They’re in my carry on. My kids and I flew together on many adventures over the years. This is my way of bringing them along. Taking them to places they never got to go. I have sprinkled Vincent’s ashes in many water ways. Now his sister will join him. It’s part of my travel, to find beautiful places for them. This is the reality of my baby’s deaths. Finding places to sprinkle ashes and actually normalizing it. I love my kids and today had to say no do not open it hit different it’s both of them. My girl who always reminded me to bring her back a shot glass. My son who always said eat something fun for me now travels in a new way with me.

A different aspect of this new normal. I believe they’d approve. Gabriella always texted when she saw the places I left her brother. Mom he’d love it there. Maybe those conversations were meant to give me piece of mind doing it for her too.

Gratitude today for traveling. Gratitude to travel with people who won’t bat an eye about this. Gratitude that I get to share in their story still💜