From birth I've been a bit of a gypsy, never living long in one place. I've sailed solo round the world and love travelling, believing that it is often better to travel wisely than to arrive. A life without dreams is like a butterfly without wings, it cannot fly.
3 August 2014
Hanna Part 3
I was awake early as I have not been able to sleep properly for weeks now and the last three were of particular worry. I got up and went to Hanna's family grave where she, and later when my time comes I will be buried. After saying a short prayer for the departed, I dug up the small pewter urn with some of my father's ashes in, before it gets lost in the general digging up that will occur soon.
The little urn with some of my father's ashes
He will live there now on my book shelve by his picture until my time comes when it can be placed in my coffin.
I came home and had breakfast on the balcony. listening to the Sunday Worship on Radio 4 which was a Service in remembrance of the outbreak of the First World War. Needless to say I knew all the hymns and a couple of them I had chosen to be played for my father's burial in New Zealand and the memorial service in the UK.
As it was a Sunday I cleaned my humble abode and changed the bed as I always did on Sunday, as today is the day Hanna would come to stay. She of course will not be coming today or any other day, so I am in a bit of a hole now. Fortunately though some good friends have invited me to a barbecue this evening, so I will not be in this hole for long.