tricky

Yesterday was the 8th aniversary of my Dads death, I was suposed to be taking my Mum to the Garden of Rememberence at the Cremetorium where his ashes are interned. She changed her mind at the last moment as it was too upsetting, I was greatly relived at this as I really hate that place, and find it tremendously upsetting also. Instead we had a family meal and remembered my Dad that way, not that I could ever forget him.

This led me to think about the way that we think about life and death, when I go to the Cremetoreum, all I can think about is him being ill, dying and his funeral. These are aspects of his life that I don't want to be reminded of, I want to remember his life not his death.

So why do we visit graves or "gardens of rememberence" as the people we love, if we are really honest, are not there ?

Sorry for a such a depressing post