Ashes to Ashes....

At the weekend I went with the Bull to Grassington; mainly to attend the Grassington Festival. It is also the place where nearly 15 years ago we laid my dad's ashes. Being there didn't really make me feel any closer to him. As I said to the Bull, he didn't die there or even live there, it was just a place my mum chose to take his ashes as they had visited there together. I can't ever remember going there with my dad - though I probably did at some stage - so there isn't really any 'presence' to be felt.

It did lead to a conversation about where I would like my ashes taken and to be honest I said my back garden next to Burtie (who is happily still with us!)..... There isn't anywhere else I have been happier!!