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Old 09-03-2010, 00:02   #2
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Re: Ashes to Ashes; Dust to Daisies

Lol, we've had fun with ashes.

My Dad retired at fifty, bought a place overlooking the sea in Pembrokshire. No more messing about going up to the Lakes, he could keep his much loved boats five minutes away, and planned to spend lots of his newly won free time down there.

Sadly he died the next year, and left instruction that he wanted his ashes scattered in the sea.

Myself, mum, and my brother like boats, but didn't love them, as my father did. We were 'mostly' willing helpers, to help dad get pleasure from his hobby.

A few weeks later at Easter, his family went down to mum and dad's holiday place in Wales. A rather sad weekend was spent, because we were missing someone who'd always been with us. We put off scattering the ashes until shortly before we planned to leave.

The time came, and we solemnly processed down to the beach at Saundersfoot.

What we really should have done, and which dad most certainly have done, was checked the tides timetable.

The sea was nowhere to be seen!

We marched for ages. Wind howling, rain lashing our faces, and light fading fast.

We did eventually find some shallow lapping water, and carried out dad's wishes, knowing he'd be laughing at our earnest, but shambolic effort to carry out his simple instructions.

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