Billings, Montana
As I pull back the zipper of my duffel bag, three things happen:
A sigh of relief,
a jolt of excitement,
and a smile.
They made it through.
This was the first time in my 30 years that I had brought something even slightly resembling a bag of drugs
onto an airplane. I was just a little nervous.
When walking up to the checked luggage counter, I eventually had to make the decision to let it go. What will be, will be. I also threw out a quiet, "this is in your hands now." because, if nothing else, I know I can trust him to figure anything out.
Now here we are, back at my car in southern Montana.
I pull out the ziplock inside a ziplock inside an additional plastic bag that contains both my boyfriend and his furry companion Duke's ashes, place them beside me, and put my car in drive. Still with a smile.
Adventure awaits.
With love,
Me, Mats, & Duke
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