Ever the Optimist
Life (Death) Lessons
On Monday I made a little pilgrimage to the spot where my sister and I scattered Dad’s ashes in 2016. Two years later we scattered Mum’s there too. It’s a place by the river where Dad went every Sunday - and any other time he could get away from things. He was not a religious man, but showing up on the water every Sunday morning was akin to a spiritual …
