I am now officially 29 years of age. It's the last year of my 20's, so I better make it a good one. So I started it off with a bang (and a few margaritas) and went out for dinner and drinks with a few good friends. The usual good time was had, but what I what I was really looking forward to was my annual "It's The Merry Widow's Birthday so let's take her on her annual birthday vacation" trip. It's been a tradition for my parents and me to go to Vegas for my birthday every year. I've spent every single birthday there since my 21st birthday. (Thanks, Daddy and Mommy!) But this year we decided that we needed a change. And I decided that I wanted to spend the beginning of my last year of my 20's in The Big Apple. And yeah, I had the best time of my life, I bought 8 million new purses, and I even got to eat breakfast at Tiffany's on 5th Avenue. OK, so maybe I just snuck a bite of my bagel that I had shoved into my
new Coach purse while I was in Tiffany's, but still, a bagel is a breakfast food, so I think it counts. Anyway, I totally totally love NYC and now want to move there and have like 10 million of its babies. But I digress...
I am now officially 29 years of age. It's the last year of my 20's, so I better make it a good one. So after my trip to NYC, I flew out to the beautiful state of Colorado (hey, Big Heavy!) and went up to Breckenridge (10,000 feet above sea level) for a wedding. I had forgotten how high altitude affects one's ability to consume copious amounts of alcohol, so after 2 beers, I was pretty much toast. And anyone who knows me in real life knows that I can usually drink like a fish. But the good news was that no one can drink much at 10,000 feet above sea level, so I wasn't the only person doing the robot while the Polish band played the 8 millionth polka wedding song during the reception. But I digress...
I am now officially 29 years of age. It's the last year of my 20's, so I better make it a good one. Maybe it's time that I did something about spreading my husband's ashes. Before he died, he decided that he did not want to spend eternity in Texas. (Good man, he was...that's why I married him.) So we both decided that the best way to arrange his transport would be to cremate him so that I could easily move him to Colorado (where we met and got married) and I could spread his ashes there. Well, 2 and a half years later, I still hadn't done it. I thought of a million excuses as to why I couldn't do it: work, money, conflicting schedules with my in-laws, I had to wash my hair...you know, the usual.
But alas, I figured that if I was really gonna make this last year of my 20's count, then I really needed to finally close the DJ chapter and get myself (and my parents, and his parents, and his brother) all out to Colorado so that we could finally put him to rest.
So we did. While I was in Colorado, my parents, my in-laws, and my brother-in-law all met up with me and we drove to an undisclosed location in the mountains of Colorado. We did some hiking, found a beautiful spot at the edge of a small cliff that overlooked a lot of the 14,000 foot rocky mountains and spread his ashes. My father-in-law made a small cedar cross to stake into the ground, my mother-in-law brought lots of beautiful flowers to lay by the cross, my dad brought some of DJ's favorite chocolate for us to enjoy, and my mom brought the hugs and kleenex. My father-in-law read a passage from the bible (Psalm 31, I believe) and my mother-in-law read a small prayer. My dad spread the ashes as I looked out into the mountains, absorbing the beauty of it all, and breathing the fresh rocky mountain air. And I thought to myself, I am officially 29. This is the last year of my 20's and DJ would want me to make it a good one. So far, so good.
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