I created Chassant Le Soleil (Chasing The Sun) as an outlet to connect with others as well as share my travel, lifestyle, memories and experiences. My mother introduced my sister and I to traveling at a very young age. We both played for the Amateur Athletic Union (AAU) from the ages of 5-18, which gave us the pleasure of playing basketball and traveling all over the United States. From a young age, I always loved going to new places, seeing new things, trying new foods, meeting new people ect. At 12, my mom took us on our first trip to The Bahamas @ Atlantis Paradise Island (The Bahamas has a very special place in my heart. Ill tell you exactly why later). My mom had previously already been all over the Caribbean by this time (Bahamas, Mexico, Jamaica, Aruba). She later took me to Jamaica, The Caymen Islands, Cancun, Playa Del Carmen, and back to The Bahamas several times. From as young as I can remember, she was always Chasing The Sun. So you see, my mother had me hooked on traveling at a young age. At that moment, I thought I was well traveled lol. Little did I know that was just the beginning.
If you know me personally and have ever met my mom you know she was fierce! Her name was Dell Monica. She was my superwoman. And I know for most, we think of our parents as our supermen, superwomen, or our heroes. Very child-like. But for me, she was my entire life. Like I said she was fierce, from the Corporate World, to the rock of our family-both immediate and extended, the giver, the athlete, the adventurer and the daredevil. She always had her hands in several pots but always managed to take the extra time to explore the world and help others. At some point, she thought she was a professional rollerblader (lol) which didn’t conclude so well, I was about 10 years old. One day she was riding her rollerblades down the trails, she hit a steep hill and I guess for reasons beyond me she thought she could conquer it. She ended up crashing into a wooden fence that had sharp sticks sticking out of them. Nonetheless, the went into her leg. It was bad but it wasn’t deadly (from my sisters reaction you would have thought it was though lol 🙂 So she had to get whisked away in an ambulance to the hospital to get stitches. After the aftermath, she just ended up with a pretty pretty ugly and big scar down her leg. This was the first time my heart was a little broken. I didn’t want her to be hurt, or be in pain or even have a little limp. I felt so bad and there wasn’t anything I could do. She ended up being fine, her leg healed and she went right back to rollerblading, skiing, zip lining, and doing any and everything else she could put her mind to.
Fast forward about 10 years, I received a scholarship to play basketball, I’d spent so much time traveling. Life was PERFECT…or so I thought! After my 1st year of college my mom was diagnosed with Stage IV breast cancer. They said she caught it early and had good prognosis to beat it and live a happy and healthy life. So she spend the next 5 years fighting and battling cancer. Chemo twice a week, radiation in between, she never missed and appointment and she still never missed a beat. We had a buddy system with our family and some of her friends, we would all signed up for an assigned day to go with her to chemo. I don’t recall not 1 day, she ever had to go alone. She would beat her face, curl her wig, put on her suit or skirt, go to chemo (never put her computer or phone down at chemo btw) and off to work she went. From the looks of her you would have never even know she had cancer or she was ever sick (minus her bald head) She was right back to The Adventures of Dell Monica every week. She still traveled as much as she could and still managed to spend 2 weeks traveling through Europe.
She went into remission a few times (for long periods of time) Of course, each time we were sure she had beat it and it was gone. After college, I moved back home to attend graduate school and to be closer to my mom. Well, 2 years later, her cancer came back. I think at this point she may have thought or know something was different. So shortly after, she received her yearly pension, she told me and my sister to pack our bags for vacation. We spent 8 amazing days back in the Bahamas @ Atlantis Paradise Island. These days were absolutely amazing, we did any and everything we wanted, spent whatever we wanted, ate and drank any and everything we wanted. She didn’t have a care in the world and she didn’t want us to either. It was at this very moment that I knew why.
After the Bahamas, the cancer started spreading FAST! She endured so much pain and still fought to see my sister and I triumph and accomplish so many of our goals that year. She passed away 2 weeks after I graduated from graduate school. I told you she fought, she literally fought till the end. But not before telling me to live! “Live your life to the fullest, don’t just exist in this world” was her motto. This was the absolute hardest thing I’ve had to and probably will ever deal with in my life. I would like to think that I was always LIVING before, however, this experience and the teachings of my mother have really taught me to LIVE, not just exist, but to really really LIVE and make my mark and my memories in this world.
One year later, my sister and I went back to The Bahamas to spread her ashes in the ocean at Atlantis Paradise Island. Our very first and our very last vacation together.
I started traveling more and more since my mom passed because traveling was her passion. As I said in the beginning, she instilled this lifestyle in me at a very young age. Consequently, traveling makes me feel closer to her because I know she’s is always with me, across the ocean, in the sky and next to my footprints. I started this blog to share my experiences, lifestyle, life lessons, and most importantly-my memories with you as I Chase The Sun! 🙂