Early Saturday morning, I half-woke crying and gripping my boyfriend's shoulders for dear life. I was having my, maybe, 200th dream about my mother since she died. They're always some sort of variation on her being in pain and pleading for my help. She died in not a dissimilar fashion. Having suffered with progressive M.S. for the majority of her life and then being nailed with a rare form of blood cancer called Multiple Myeloma, her body was ravaged by nonstop pain and frankly, torture, up until the day she died. And I was her caretaker. Later that Saturday, my sister-in-law contacted me to let me know that she and my brother and their children would be going to Kauai for their vacation in a few weeks and she would be doing the research on how they could bring and dispose of my mother's ashes there. And, would I be willing to do that? This was something that they were going to do a couple of years ago but for some reason, I've had a hard time relinquishing them from ...