During the 2003 horsetrek with Dom I placed a blue khadag on an ovoo near Otgon Tenger for my Nan who had passed away. She loved me traveling so much and fully supported me in my Mongolian trips, even when my parents thought I was mad and discouraged me.
Sometimes I imagined her traveling with me, sitting next to me in the furgon even on the bumpiest roads, holding my hand. Tears came to my eyes and I blinked them away but I don’t forget her so quickly. I imagine her soul whistling around the mountains, free from old age and alzheimer’s. Whooshing around, her heart singing and then looking down from her spot on the moon.