Over dinner last night we got to talking about all the people that had sadly died this year, and as often happens you pour another and start to
reminisce of memories past, and remarkably how even in death humour can be found.
When my lovely Mum passed away, Dad struggled to deal with where and even if he wanted to scatter her ashes. For a whole year my Mum was in my
husbands car, together they travelled the length and breadth of Great Britain & Ireland. Mum definitely saw more places in death than she ever
did in life! Eventually I spoke to my Dad and he agreed we would go to the Isle of Man for a long weekend, we had spent many happy holidays there when I was a little girl.
With Mum carefully and safely “packed” we set off for the island. It was our intention to scatter Mums ashes at Port St Mary the following day.
After breakfast Dad said to me can we do this on Sunday instead, yes of course we can, we spent the next two days having fun exploring all the old
Sunday dawned and after breakfast off we went, after 2 hours and several attempts it was obvious Dad was not ready to let her go. We looked at each
other through the tears, and Dad said….”let’s take Mum back to the hotel I think we need a drink. We had a wonderful day with all thoughts of
the failed deed forgotten.
All three of us returned home the following day, two of us with record breaking hangovers!, and yes Mum went back into hubby’s car, where they
travelled together again for a further twelve months, I then lost my darling Dad. After much discussion we decided that we would bury both sets of ashes in my Mums parents grave. After making enquiries we were told it would cost approx £400. My gorgeous hubs who is a Scot and normally the oh so archetypal kind (only kidding) said….”thats ok we will pay whatever it costs” I said no, I would rather donate the money to Cancer Research, but I still wanted them to be with my Nan & Granddad. As is normally the case when plans have to be thoroughly investigated, we opened the Merlot, after a bottle or two Hubs had this eureka moment… “I’ve got it we will bury the ashes ourselves”
Forward to the following Sunday, a day chosen with extreme care as Cemetery staff don’t work on the sabbath! Have to say I was not looking forward to
it. It was a dreadfully cold, damp dull day, parked the car and headed to the grave, me in front carrying two large bags containing two hidden Urns
complete with contents, gloves, wet wipes and two large bouquets, nothing unusual …so wondered why several people were staring. I turned round to see Hubby carrying a large bag of gravel….and a spade casually slung over his right shoulder whistling…..Hi Ho! We started laughing and continued to do so all through the now funny and totally joyous ‘Interment”
I was preparing the flowers when hubs uttered the immortal words “fekk there’s more ashes down there…who is it” I looked into the hole and
said, so that’s where Mum & Dad put Uncle John! We were now both in absolute hysterics, we could hardly see through the tears! Finally we pulled ourselves together and our work was done, the clouds broke and a huge shaft of sunlight shone through.
Mum & Dad had a superb sense of humour, we are sure it was them with Uncle John in the background, all laughing at their completely doolally daughter & son-in-law!
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