This story first appeared in The Spinoff July 18, 2018
In my carry on luggage is a little grey plastic box. On that little grey plastic box is a name. That name is my grandmother’s.
The little grey box is filled with her ashes.
I am returning my Nan to where she was happiest in Bath, England via a trip to Paris.
Nan and I always talked about travelling Europe together. But life happened as it does and we never walked the streets we talked of.
My Nan was a rule breaker. She made unimaginably hard decisions to inhabit her own life on her terms…
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