It was beautiful.....in what is now called a Natural Burial Ground....just a little field really where we stood around the wicker coffin of this lovely man.
The Humanist Celebrant was wonderful...he told us simply of the life of this man and his family as a buzzard and a red kite circled low overhead.
His sons spoke, through tears...of the Dad they loved and who had loved them....
How he had taught them, played with them, guided them and annoyed them.....and had always been there for them right up until the end.
And I thought.....how wonderful it must be to have had a parent like that....how I will never stand at a grave and say those words.....
But hey....perhaps my kids will for me.....I hope so..........☺
Sorry to read of your sad, but beautiful day gness, this is the first time I have seen this post, and here is me going on about window cleaners sorry. I just hope it made you smile a little at the end of a hard day x.
It sounded a beautiful and peaceful place to lie Gness, especially among nature with the buzzard and red kite there too, how moving. My thoughts are with you - you seem to have had a very sad time recently xx
Thank you, Ann......'tis sad....but seeing the children and grandchildren today and how they felt about losing M.....well it's nice that they had him to love...so that makes you happy I think.....x
Such a lovely post gness, sad and lovely at the same time. I could almost feel your pain. To be so full of humour after such a traumatic youthful experience shows your strength. My eyes are filling up.
Oh yes....propping our zimmers against the bar, tapping an arthritic foot in time with the loud rock music and waiting to be swerved by a 19 year old Brazilian barman with firm buttocks