My mother passed away recently. Dementia and Alzheimer had put her in a near vegetative state for several years but her tough constitution kept her hanging on. We had her cremated. Monday we placed her remains in an aspen grove in view of Hahns Peak (CO), a place with special meaning to her, and us.
Just a small gathering. My sister, niece, her daughter, and her husband.
Now it is back to work.
Hahns Peak was an area of mining activity in the late 1890-1930 era. While not as big as other mineral strikes in Colorado history, up until 1916 it was a county seat. One set of great grandparents traveled by wagon for three days to see a judge in Hahns Peak and get married. Family lore says the couple would remark,
"When we started, we didn't need to get married. By the time we got there, we did".
Cynics in the family, including me, think the trip needed to start about a month earlier.