Categories: life-and-musings
Date: 30 June 2010 11:48:59
Today would have been my grandparents' 65th wedding anniversary. Today is the day that grandma's ashes are being interred, next to granddad's, in the pretty little churchyard, in the village by the sea, a short walk from her front door.
St Luke's, Haverigg. If you scroll down to the picture at the bottom, of the row of commonwealth War Graves headstones, the plot is a few rows back, under the tree that you can just see one of the branches of in the top left of the picture.
Yes, my devout Methodist grandparents are interred in a Church of England churchyard, under a marker that reads "they loved each other, they loved this place."
And I still find myself, six months after grandma died, thinking, off and on, "I must send her a copy of this photo, she'll love it."
Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord; and let perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace. Amen.
[Edited to add: The reason it's taken so long to arrange the internment is because Beloved Auntie spends a lot of time travelling with work, and it's been tricky to find a time when she and Rosafather were in the same hemisphere!]