Bhí an ghaoth ag búiríl ar maidin sin, agus seas siad, Aisling agus Cillian, in aice na nAillte Mhóire.

The wind was roaring that morning, and they stood there, Aisling and Cillian, beside the Cliffs of Moher.

Ba lá speisialta é, cé go raibh an aimsir go holc.

It was a special day, even though the weather was terrible.

Lá Fhéile Vailintín a bhí ann, ach bhí siad anseo le haghaidh rud eile seachas grá.

It was Valentine's Day, but they were there for something other than love.

Bhí na haillte ag ardú os a gcomhair mar fhathach ciúin, agus bhí an fharraige thíos ag bualadh in aghaidh na gcloch le torann ollmhór.

The cliffs rose before them like silent giants, and the sea below was crashing against the rocks with an enormous noise.

Bhí sé fuar, agus ní raibh aon duine eile le feiceáil ar an mbealach carraig.

It was cold, and no one else was visible on the rocky path.

"Caithfimid é a dhéanamh," arsa Aisling, a aghaidh trom le brón agus diongbháilteacht.

"We have to do it," said Aisling, her face heavy with sadness and determination.

A seanmháthair, a bhí mar chara is fearr aici, bhí sí anois imithe.

Her grandmother, who had been her best friend, was now gone.

Bhí na luaithreach aici i gcoimeádán beag, agus bhí sí réidh í a scaoileadh mar a lorgaigh a seanmháthair.

She had the ashes in a small container, and she was ready to release them as her grandmother had wished.

Bhí Cillian réidh lena lámh ar ghualainn a dheirfiúr.

Cillian was ready with his hand on his sister’s shoulder.

"Tá an ghaoth láidir, Aisling.

"The wind is strong, Aisling.

Tá sé contúirteach.

It's dangerous.

Ach, tuigim tú.

But, I understand you."

"Bhí Aisling ag breathnú amach ar an bhfarraige, agus smaointe ag rith tríd a hintinn cosúil le ceo.

Aisling was looking out at the sea, thoughts running through her mind like a mist.

"Ní féidir linn teitheadh," a d'fhreagair sí.

"We can't flee," she replied.

"Níl anseo ach áit ceart.

"This is the only right place.

É seo a dhéanamh, ní bheidh sí i gcónaí i gcéin.

Doing this, she won't always be far away."

"Lean siad ar aghaidh go cúramach ar an cosán garbh, ag cloí lena chéile chun tacaíocht a thabhairt.

They proceeded carefully along the rough path, clinging to each other for support.

Bhí an chaoi is fearr acu ar aigne.

They had a clear purpose in mind.

Na haillte os a gcomhair, an fharraige thíos, agus an t-aer lán de shalann folaíochta bhuail siad go géar.

The cliffs before them, the sea below, and the air full of salty spray hit them sharply.

Bhí gach céim i dtreo a sprioc lán le háifeise.

Every step towards their goal was filled with meaning.

Nuair a tháinig siad chuig an áit inar thug a seanmháthair le himeachtaí is mó, bhraith siad an domhan bogadh.

When they reached the place where her grandmother had shared her greatest moments, they felt the world shift.

Léim gáir ghála anuas orthu, ag iarraidh an coimeádán a shéideadh as lámha Aisling.

A gust of wind roared down on them, threatening to blow the container from Aisling's hands.

Sciob sí a anál agus sheas go daingean.

She caught her breath and stood firm.

Choinnigh Cillian a lámh ar ghualainn Aisling.

Cillian kept his hand on Aisling's shoulder.

"Fan socair," ar sé, "tá sé in am anois.

"Stay calm," he said, "it's time now."

"Le roinnt focail i bhfianaise na n-aillte, d'oscail Aisling an coimeádán agus lig do na luaithreach dul saor.

With a few words in the presence of the cliffs, Aisling opened the container and let the ashes go free.

Chuir an ghaoth greim orthu ar dtús, agus ansin, mar a bhris a cumha ar fud an domhain, ghlac siad léim geal uisce agus sorcóir gaoithe.

The wind seized them first, and then, as her sorrow broke across the world, they took a bright leap into the water and a swirl of wind.

Chonaic siad mar a thonn anáil na gaoithe iad, ag imeacht san éter, ag meascadh leis na scamaill, agus ag damhsa le tonnta.

They watched as the breath of the wind carried them away, mingling with the clouds, and dancing with the waves.

Bhraith Aisling meáchain a croí ardú agus, leis, an rud nach bhféadfadh sí a scaoileadh roimhe seo.

Aisling felt the weight of her heart lift, along with what she hadn't been able to release before.

"Tá sí againn anois, Cillian," ar sí ag casadh ar a dheartháir, agus d’aontaigh sé leis, é ábalta teacht leis an eolas nua seo, “Tá sé ceart aici anseo i gcónaí.

"She's with us now, Cillian," she said, turning to her brother, and he agreed, able to come to terms with this new understanding, "She’s here with us always."

”Ag an am sin, ag seasamh ar imeall na n-aillte, in ainneoin na gaoithe gatha agus an radharc mórthimpeall orthu, fuair Aisling ní amháin scaoileadh, ach nasc nua leis an saol agus lena deartháir.

At that moment, standing on the edge of the cliffs, despite the biting wind and the vast view around them, Aisling found not only release, but a new connection with life and with her brother.

Le chéile, d’fhág siad na haillte taobh thiar díobh, ag filleadh abhaile, lán de dhóchas agus le cuimhní nár imigh riamh.

Together, they left the cliffs behind, returning home, full of hope and memories that would never fade.