'Hm. Short skirt.No, I think not.'
Turned out to be a good decision as Husband nearly fell in and ended up kneeling on muddy ground to drop Uncle into the hole.
Uncle had had a good night the night before though. Jane, his friend, hadn't liked the idea of him sitting in our boot all night so she invited him in to sleep on her spare bed. But without the electric blanket and duvet that he normally insisted upon. There are limits.
Meanwhile back in Dorset, my cousin had been a member of the Beaminster Singers who sang this very beautiful prayer at her funeral.
3 comments:
Lovely hymn. :)
The good thing about ashes is that one can deal with them when one's ready . Less harrowing than a full-blown funeral .Maybe because it allows one to let go in stages .
It is, SJ.
We just have to wait for high tide and no wind, sonata. And hope George doesn't eat them.
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