This is the local church and graveyard. The current church structure dates back to the 12th century but it’s likely that an early Saxon structure stood here before that. Inside there are parts of the church still in remarkably good condition from the 12th and 13th century.
The weather worn graveyard has a definite ancient feel to it. So many long forgotten graves. These places have a habit of making you think about your own life.
We still have my partners ashes in the house. We just haven’t found the right time to start the process. We did spilt them. Some for England and some for Switzerland. We’ve thought about many sites. We sort of have a draft plan in place. It struck me today that we have never once considered this graveyard. Really don’t know why.
The other thing that struck me was that I hadn’t been to my mums grave in nearly two years. It’s mums old family grave about 60 miles from here. What makes it worse is that I scattered the ashes by myself. I’m the only one who has been there since then. Really must address that this year. Sadly I think I said the exact same thing last year. Life always seems to get in the way. So many demands. But those demands take over. My Dad was cremated in 1987. His ashes were scattered. I can’t even remember exactly where. I’ve never went to that place. Never been in 32 years. So now I need to ask my brother and sisters. Just hope one of them can remember.
So many things to do. Even so, surely I should be able to find the time to pay one visit. To remember those who shaped and moulded our live’s. I came across a quote from David Eagleman which sets this whole thing in context;
“There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.”
For those of us who are not the likes of Shakespeare then this process is inevitable and extremely sobering. But that’s life. We need to make the best of it. So for the last three years I have spent a little time each and every day remembering. Last night it was 15 minutes. Remembering names which I’m not yet ready to send into the third stage. So each night names are called out and good memories recalled. I guess it’s my version of a graveyard visit.
I think your way is better than a graveyard visit. Keeping the memories alive is what matters. I’m having my body donated, nothing for my girls to worry or stress over when the inevitable happens.
That old church is really cool! I’d love to visit places that are so old. We have nothing like that in the States☹
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It’s nice as it’s only a one minute walk from us.
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Demands definitely do take over. Time slips away easy too. It’s a good reminder to make the most of our days. Actually there’s a Bible Scripture for that.
“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” –Psalm 90:12
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Thank you. Yes those words work.
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Visiting locations is not always possible. Your ritual of remembering at night is awesome!
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It’s not possible. We just have to find our own way.
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There is something nostalgic about visiting graveyards. I love the palpable quiet it brings.
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Yes if people are there they whisper.
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A historical place.
Keep the memories alive. Graves are just reminders.
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They are but I still get the feel that is where they are often.
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This is how we associate it in our mind.
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Yes it’s the mind. But try convincing it otherwise is impossible
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I agree. As some one said to me that our perception is our reality. And in most things in life, we see things as we thing they are and as they sometimes actually are.
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Yes and perceptions are different in everyone
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Exactly!
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Each year when I went back to England my family and I went to the crematorium to talk to Mum. 10 years have gone by as I can’t leave Len 😪
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That must be so tough for you. x
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Even worse not seeing my daughter and granddaughters.
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Do they get the chance to visit you.
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No, like hubby their autistic daughter with severe learning disabilities struggles to get to school 4 out of 5 days. 24/7 caregiver to her.
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I really hope somehow you get to see them soon.
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I wish, but I can’t see it happening.
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That’s so sad.
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So, this ashes business can be tough. I was completely against cremation for my husband. My son is actually the one who helped me understand and accept that we should do it because that is what Paul wanted. He said, “And then, Mom, we will put half of Daddy in your coffin and the other half of Daddy in my coffin and the three of us will be together forever.” How can you argue with that? Right? Well, Paul’s ashes are still in the house, but over the last, almost two years now we have spread some here and there at places that are meaningful to us. The first location was Sunset Rock, a beautiful rock outcropping in a neighboring state that we visited as a family. We have also spread ashes in Lowcountry rivers, on beaches, and in the harbor; the waters that Paul loved and called home. Paul traveled to Spain with me and was almost confiscated by TSA in Newark, NJ! I left some of his ashes at a 12th century church in the Spanish countryside. I have also spread ashes at a local plantation where Paul and I first met. I did that on our first wedding anniversary without him. Paul grew up in Japan. There is a Buddhist temple in O’ahu. I left Paul there, too. The Byodo-In Temple is located at the foot of the Ko’olau Mountains in Valley of the Temples Memorial Park. It was established on June 7, 1968 (Paul was 9 years old then), to commemorate the 100 year anniversary of the first Japanese immigrants to Hawaii. The Byodo-In Temple in O’ahu is a smaller-scale replica of the over 950-year-old Byodo-in Temple, a United Nations World Heritage Site in Uji, Japan. Paul visited that temple many times as a child. It only seemed right that he return there. All of these full-circle moments have been good and helpful but having Paul’s ashes close to me still feels…..necessary.
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I really like the new places you found for Paul. It really sounds like he would approve of them. How do you feel about leaving in a place you might never go back to. Or are you planning to someday revisit them. A year before she left us we had a random chat about ashes. She list 4 places. A Quaker graveyard in Cumbria, on the North Yorkshire Moors with a view of a childhood home, a large rocky outcrop overlooking beautiful lake Thun and under a pile of rocks next to a bench on top of a Swiss Mountain (where her Dad was scattered) – the problem is that The risk of getting the wrong bench is massive as I’ve never been there. So understand the having the ashes close to you. xx
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Weirdly(?) I am ok with leaving Paul knowing I may not be back. He gets to become part of those places that we loved forever. There is something powerful in that. All of the places your partner listed sound like amazing, peaceful places to rest. Clearly, she felt connected to those places 😊
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I guess I will only find out how it feels like until I’ve done it. The Swiss ones are going to be difficult. With our sons Aspergers he is not great travelling these days. Not sure when we will get round to them. I have to correct paperwork for the Tunnel to France so hopefully they won’t get confiscated. 🙏
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Agreeing with your other commenters. The memories, sharing stories, living your life carrying on the best of you mom, dad, and partner allow them to continue as a presence in your and your son’s life.
My hope is for my kids to take my best and grow it into something more, whatever helps them love and be loved.
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That’s a lovely sentiment
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It is nice to hear so many people grew up in families they do not want to forget. I have no reason to ever want to remember my father, let alone visit his gravesite. My mother was a good woman, but she enabled him. What do I do with that? Forgive them? Never!
Those of you who were not brought up by monsters, thank your lucky stars. As it turns out, I’m glad I never had children.
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That must be so tough for you.
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Not to worry, Gary, I was just having a pity-party for one. I probably should never have published that comment, it was not intended to hurt anyone. What I was really trying to do was remind others that there are plenty of people in this world who don’t have such loving backgrounds. But we still do our best, whatever that is.
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It is what it is and each persons deals with the crap their given. Sadly.
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I have always found old churches and graveyards, beautiful in their own way.
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They really are beautiful places.
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God is there, my dear. Have a peaceful night!
Vicky
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Thank you
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Y sister has my mum’s ashes on the mantlepiece. My mum died not long before Christmas. My mum wanted them scattered, with no ine there. She had no funeral. Insisted on not having one. But my sister could not let the ashes go so she had them in the end. She tells my mum off every day lol. I love graveyards too. I visit one often, though I CAN ONLY SIT OURSIDE IT IN THE CAR NOW. I WRITE A LOT AS THEY SEEM TO INSPIRE ME.
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They have such a calming influence. My mum wanted a cardboard coffin as it would be the cheapest. Turned out to be more expensive than most other options.
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Well there you go, I remember the names every hogmonay. A great post . i know it is very personal but in every way, other ways too, this is good post.
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That so kind of you. x On New Years Eve I did a similar thing – including pets. It kinda helps me.
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I light a candle and leave it burning on a window ledge. Yet tae set the hoose up but you never know .
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Never thought about a candle.
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Two things. Whatever you do, helps to know you are not alone and I do believe and I have said before, to quote Shakespeare, there are more things in certain places (okay, I find that concept difficult too ) and earth -which is easy to me-and as for pets? Well I am not a big animal person but those that have crossed my path, yes even the foxes and the squirrels in our garden and let’s not start of the hamster I had to let in the house in order to get back my younger girl from where she was in her life then.. well, they taught and teach lots. So why not? The candles??? Well given the time I set the dining room roof up in flames and the time it was the older girl’s hair at a b/day party , oh and then again one Christmas, I would stay away from candles. In all fairness each time I put the fires out so really it is quite unfair that every time I do this……I have to pray the Mr does not find out cos he reckons I am a firebug. BUT I think it is a nice way to do it. It was your bit about the names that struck the chord . I was also thinking of this great aunt of mine, one I never had much to do with, in that she was the youngest of this big Edwardian-well into the 20th century family and a shade older than my mum and I far got much better along with her hard boozing, off the wall, wild big sisters and my own not of the time nan, Anyway, I gather till the day she died, she would…having discovered that living it up was ok… indeed in some of the hardest pubs in Dundee too.. go home and set out a slip of paper each night that had each of their names on it and take them back in, in the morning. So a candle? Why not?
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Proper fire starter. Maybe we all should have a bit of paper with important names on. Once a year we do like a Burns night, a dram in hand and read them out. x
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yeah. I think that is an excellent idea.
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Would be a nice thing to do this year.
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I think these things are comforting… provided of course you don’t set the place up. But you know what I mean.
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I really do. It’s 95% comforting and 5% covering my back Justin case….
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It is indeed comforting. You just take that quiet moment at the right time.
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We all need them. x
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So thought provoking, Gary.
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Thank you sir
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We were just talking about this (for some reason?) the other day – about how when there is no one left on earth that knew us, our memory or life is forgotten forever. Remembering and talking about our loved ones is what keeps them alive. I don’t visit family grave sites either. To me they aren’t there – they are all around us. That is a pretty cool church/cemetery. Looks so old – can you even see any names on the grave stones anymore?
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Only on the more recent graves. Most are almost completely blank now. Makes the grave so sad.
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I hope you can find where your dad’s ashes were scattered. The matter of not having visited a grave for a while isn’t something that can or should be judged. You think of those you’ve lost, you pay them a graveyard visit mentally because the physical place is like putting up a Christmas tree; it’s more symbolic than anything else.
I also hope that when the time feels right you can scatter your partner’s ashes, if you wish to.
Graveyards can be quite peaceful, but as you say they can also make you reflect on the nature of our existence and of limited time on this planet.
Caz xx
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They are calming but also frequently very unsettling for the soul. xx
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Very well said .I agree. Life is so short we need to think about this a bit more.☺️
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It’s bizarre the post started as a funny one and went in completely a different place. Maybe it was my underlying mood.
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I thought so too but I I like the spin up of it . You must have a lot of thoughts going through your head🙂
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Don’t we all. Too many these days.
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Yes I believe we do. Sorry about the typos. Should have had my readers on🙄 lol.
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Oh yes, I believe that remembering and talking about deceased loved ones is more important than visiting a grave or specific site. But I do understand the importance of those things for some people, but it is not something everyone can do. Some people have loved ones buried far away or what about those whose loved ones’ graves are not even known to them. I imagine that those you have not visited would understand that you are doing other things and that they are not forgotten. Just my two cents.
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No that’s so very true.
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When a loved one’s name can bring past moments of love and smiles, then that is good. 🙂 Visited my dad’s grave at Christmas last year, and that was…hard. Good, but hard. And it took a year to bury my father-in-law’s ashes. You just need to do it when you’re both ready, and that’s okay.
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We all have to find our own way. I so know that good but hard feeling. How’s it going. Hope the stress levels are easing at least a bit.
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oh, the stress levels have actually worsened, BUT we will get through it. HOpe you’re okay, too!
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I’m sorry. I take it’s a combo of work, kids, life. Sending you so many hugs. Given the storm we are having might take a while to arrive though. Hanging in there. Not great but WE got to keep going. x
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Yes, we do! It is indeed just a mix of work, work, and life. Trying to do what we can with the kids. Just gotta make every hug with every kid count. xxxxxx
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That’s all we can do. As hard as we work got to still remember to grab the good stuff when it’s available. That keeps us going. sending good vibes your way. xxxxx
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And sending good vibes back. 🙂 You got this!
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Take care xxx
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I love what you say in your last paragraph. I too shall remember those I have lost, and those that were lost before them and I shall say their names.
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Just got to keep the names going.
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So touching… I feel like that.
Hugs from Italy.
Ciao, Gary
Vicky
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Grazie Vicky
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That church is so beautiful. Almost has a haunting to its beauty.
Keeping our present and past loved ones close is important.
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Yes in the dark it can be a little unnerving.
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Those old graveyards are AMAZING. Went to one in Killearn. WOW
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They have such atmosphere
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Some of the gravestones were from the 1800’s. I think a few were from 1632. wow.
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Most of these graves the weather has erased all the writing. No idea but you can read some from 18th century so maybe a lot before then.
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One of my favorite places to visit….Dunning had a great place too but it was locked up!
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It’s sad when they get locked up.
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I stood on a bench and looked. But couldn’t see much. I like to wander in them. See the headstones, imagine the people….their lives.
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Yes I do. I like to just say people’s names out loud.
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I know right??
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We do.
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