A(nother) weekend with many reminders of death (and life).
Saturday was the day when we committed my mother-in-law’s ashes to be with her husband’s ashes. It was also the anniversary of his death, at only 61 years, in 1986. I was pregnant with oldest son at the time.
We followed the ceremony with a family gathering over a late and relaxed lunch in a nearby pub.
Sunday was the anniversary of my dad’s (far too early) death aged 39 back in 1967.
Both days to remind us all of the importance of living life to the full right now, if such a reminder were needed (it wasn’t).
This morning we took advantage of some free time and sunshine to do a favourite walk, in the woods around Stourhead. Spring has definitely sprung.