Last week I was asked when was the last time I was in Switzerland. Instantly I responded.
The follow up question was much tougher. Back then did I realise it was going to be my last trip, certainly for many years.
Not officially. Some vague discussions briefly mentioned about another family trip in a years time. Maybe that next time we could take Hawklad’s Granny for one last visit, her husband’s ashes are scattered here. But this time it felt different to me, it felt like times were changing. Some things can’t be avoided for too long. So I walked those Swiss paths and kinda realised things might be very different if another trip happened.
Hawklad’s mum clearly had things on her mind as well. Without any warning, on one walk she pointed to a spot and with a matter of fact tone, quietly whispered. “You can scatter some of my ashes here one day”.
A day later on a Swiss train to Grindelwald she mentioned another place in Switzerland where she wanted Ashes scattered. Same location as her Dad.
You sometimes never join the dots up…
Now the next trip will be very different. But one day when Hawklad is ready, we will venture back. A very different family now.