Two would have been plenty if not for fate. Serendipity. Chance?
My Mom never had the luxury of traveling to any great distance.
A few years ago though, she was invited to join my Aunt Trisha and Uncle Jim’s church group; the choir was traveling to Ireland to sing and explore and they had room for extra guests.
This was an affordable option for Bev to see her homeland.
(She is a Sullivan by birth; her dad was Irish, mom was Italian)
I remember her being so excited for this trip; her first overseas adventure.
She had a lovely time…got to see so much of the beautiful Irish countryside. She was able to spend a good amount of time with my Aunt, Uncle, and also two long-time family friends Riley and Jim who attend the same church and are frequent travelers to Ireland.
One of the places she (and most people) love is seeing the Cliffs of Moher.
It’s a spectacular sight just to see on the internet or in photos…I can’t imagine how lovely it is in person.
While we were cleaning out my Mom’s apartment, my Aunt came across the ticket stub for The Cliffs that my Mom had saved.
Meanwhile: our good friends Riley and Jim were not going to be able to attend my Mom’s internment service in GA, because they were traveling to Ireland that particular weekend.
Riley and Jim had the forethought a few months ago to ask if we’d like them to bring some of my Mom’s ashes back to Ireland; knowing how much she loved it there.
We all agreed that this was something Mom would have loved.
Jim and Riley sent me this email while still in Ireland.
What a special day. We feel so honored that you allowed us to bring Bev back to Ireland. The day was overcast but comfortable, and the wind and sea were inordinately calm like the Cliffs were waiting for Bev. I put her ticket stub in between stone panels, so she would always have passage. We found a perfect niche in the stone wall where she will be protected from the elements. JD picked wildflowers and said a lovely prayer. It was noon Irish time. Thank you for allowing us this privilege.
Love, the D’s.
Could anything be more perfect? I don’t think so.
Of course, you know I have to find something silly in everything.
When Riley sent the email the subject line said: The Cliffs of Moher.
What did I see?
The Cliffs of MOTHER.
They need to be renamed and they now belong to Bev.