18th May, 2009

Dad's tree

On an eerily foggy day in May, we laid my Dad to rest at the head of the Hope Valley. Just myself, my Mam, and a lone crow that arrived at the beginning, stayed throughout, then left as we did.

Dads tree

From the passage I wrote for the scattering...

Dad, you end up with ownership of this valley where you enjoyed so much of your life. You are here for all time, and you look out across these hills forever.

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