This past Mother’s Day I wrapped up a three-week tour of Italy with my younger sister, but our mom wasn’t with us. She passed away from cancer four years ago and we are here to commemorate her. Our mother loved Italy with all her heart; it was her Idyll, and she wanted her ashes spread at her favorite spot along the Arno River.
I had hoped that this journey would give me peace and bring a particular chapter in my life to a close. My expectations and the reality of the experience were different. Here is what I learned about traveling in remembrance of a loved one.