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Canyonlands’<br />

Needles district<br />

PHOTOGRAPHY BYTONDA/ISTOCK<br />

much, much longer. We let her go on July 24, 2015. She was only 60.<br />

I’d known right away that I wanted to do something private,<br />

something personal, to remember her. The two of us had lived<br />

alone together from when I was 7 to when I left for college at 19,<br />

sometimes acting more like roommates than mother and child—<br />

ordering delivery pizza on Friday evenings; staying up too late<br />

talking on school nights; watching the Olympics on TV and giggling<br />

about the male athletes’ physiques—and I wanted to honor<br />

that closeness. She and my stepfather had purchased burial plots<br />

“I I wanted<br />

someplace wild,<br />

something that<br />

couldn’t or wouldn’t<br />

be fenced off<br />

or paved over.<br />

”<br />

in a city I’d never lived in<br />

and rarely visited; I suspected<br />

her gravesite there<br />

wouldn’t mean much to me.<br />

I’d asked my stepdad if I<br />

could have a portion of her<br />

ashes to scatter myself, at<br />

a location of my choosing,<br />

and he’d agreed easily. After<br />

the burial, the funeral<br />

director handed me a small<br />

velvet drawstring bag and<br />

a letter from the funeral<br />

home, certifying that I had<br />

a right to carry these particular human remains around with me.<br />

The question, then, was where to scatter them. I thought about<br />

my home, in the Yukon Territory: There was a beautiful wild river<br />

that ran right through town, and I could visit it any time I wanted.<br />

But my mom had only been there twice, and it was a place where<br />

I had built a life apart from her—somehow that didn’t feel right<br />

to me. There was a man-made, murky canal that ran through the<br />

neighborhood where I’d grown up, back in Ottawa—but then, both<br />

of us had long since moved on from our lives there together.<br />

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