The private memorial at the Luna Reyes Sanctuary was held on a clear, windy day. The waves crashed against the rocks below.
Miguel Reyes, supported by Celia and other family members, placed the small box containing the melted ice candy stick into a simple stone plaque that read: Luna Reyes.
Her light remains. There were no long speeches. Just a family, finally able to grieve at a gravesite, even a symbolic one. I stood at the back, a respectful distance away, a witness to their closure. My promise was complete.