Mum never met The Little Man so I like to take him to visit her. He likes the bus ride and the opportunity to help out. The church where my family are buried is 227 years old, it celebrated it's 200th anniversary the year I was married there. It's a lovely church and I'm happy that my family is there together.
It was a beautiful day today and the church looked lovely in the sunshine. We even spotted a squirrel in a tree. The cheeky little animal didn't run away but stayed there long enough for me to get a photo. Can you spot him?
The Little Man was really helpful, he knew where to get the water from, he filled up the flower vase and helped me arrange the flowers before taking the leftover bits to the bin and helping me clean the headstones. Mum would have loved him, I wish she could have met him and he his nanny.
Also in the plot is my daddy who died in 1973 when I was a little girl. Then there is my nanny who died in 1996 from pneumonia, and finally the ashes of my younger brother who died January 2009, the day before mum's funeral. From when I was small I have always visited this grave. After my nan was buried there mum's eldest sister looked after it, now it's taken care of by me and mum's youngest sister. I wonder if the Little Man will continue once I get too old?
I know this post might seem morbid to some, but to me it's just my way of visiting my family. I can't share a cup of tea with my mum but I can still talk to her and give her some pretty flowers to let her know I love her still. And you have to admit, it is a beautiful church, and the grave always looks so pretty when I leave.
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