“This is... this is good. Yep” I hear my Grandfather say as we pass the lake inside of Kensington, that I’ve been passing for 8 years, since I was 6. Only my mom, my grandpa and I were in the car, since my sister Cece had left for New York earlier in the week, and my dad was at work. Although there were few of us, that did not matter, for what we came to do on this hot summer afternoon would be imprinted in my mind forever. When we finally parked our car, and put our hiking shoes on, it was already 10 after 12, so the days full heat was upon us. I felt prepared for the trail and sun that day, wearing a light t shirt and dark cargo shorts to keep me warm, and hold a water bottle in my pocket. When we found the correct trail, we wasted no time and headed in right away.

The trail that we are on (Wildwing) was my Grandmother’s favorite, which is why rightfully, her ashes are scattered further along this trail. About one mile in, after seeing all of the vivid colors of the forest, and all of the beautiful animals within, when we first start to break a sweat, we find it. We find where my grandmother’s ashes are scattered. It is beautiful, and the only other possible word to describe it, would be heavenly.  It is a nature made tunnel with branches coated in bright green leaves, and dashing flower petals on the top.  There are slight cracks in between the branches, and

that is where the angelic light is shining through. The light is flashed against beautiful flowers along the right side of the trail, and the light springy grass under our feet. I found no words, for I was awestruck by the beauty we were experiencing right in front of my eyes. This was the most beautiful and fitting spot for a woman with such a beautiful heart and soul.  The rest of our hike was quiet, for we feared tears would erupt from our watery eyes, by even the simplest word. As was our car ride, save for the radio that was emitting classical music. When my mom and I finally returned home, after helping my grandpa fix a few things around the house, I realized I had not yet asked the most important question.  “Mom, are you okay?”  I asked.  She replied by saying, “Yes, I’m fine, just a little confused as to why her ashes are scattered in an area, instead of just one specific spot.” I was unsure what to say, but I said, “no matter what happens now, the one section of the path will always be hers.” After I said that, she came over and hugged me, as she started to cry. Even though I have lived with and known my mom for 14 years, this was the first time I was truly seeing, and connecting with her. As I  w