I promised mum I would take her back here. Even though she is only here in spirit, only in the form of a pouch left over from her cremation, I know she is here with me...
Two years ago, she sat in the front as I peddled. We drifted on the lake and admired the sun rise. I saw her smile, heard her laugh. It was the most joyous few moments and experience of my life (to date...)
I can see her smile still when I close my eyes. And in these mountains, behind those lush evergreens, beneath the green blue water is the echo of her laughter, the shadows of her presence...
What beautiful bond we still share, a bond nothing and noone can ever sunder.
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