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.
Although England does do an awful lot of water it’s not blessed with that many truly epic waterfalls. But we do have the occasional spectacular one.
High Force in Teasdale.
The Falls are about an hours drive from us. We haven’t been since our world changed. We had planned to go there as part of our school holiday road trip. But as I was packing up the picnic
Dad I’m not sure I’m ready to go there yet.
I can so understand. It had suddenly dawned on our son the importance of the memory associated with High Force. It was 2016. The three of us spent a lovely hour walking around the waterfall then we ended up in the local pub for lunch. Son had sausages and chips. We had soup and fresh bread. Finished off with some highly calorific sweet. It was the last time we went out for a meal as a family.
This had completely slipped my mind. Not the forensic mind of number one son.
“It’s a long drive son.”
It’s a very long drive, probably bad for the environment.
“Its raining and very grey. Probably going to be cold.”
It’s very wet Dad.
“What do you fancy doing then.”
How about having the picnic in front of the television while watching the new Scooby Doo movie.
“That sounds a cracking plan Son.”
So we enjoyed sandwiches, crisps, fruit and cakes watching Return to Zombie Island. Yes a change of plan. But the right change of plan. We will visit High Force one day. But not this wet Friday.
Jim has selected Train songs for today’s Sunday Song Lyric Challenge
I initially just could see the Crazy Train by Ozzy or Night Train by Guns n Roses. But another song kept nagging away to be included. A song I would listen to on a Sunday morning when mum would put on her sad songs.
I give to you On the Evening Train Song by Johnny Cash. Originally by Hank Williams. Although it’s not his song you can hear Cash sing it with so much meaning – he had lost his beloved wife June.
The baby’s eyes are red from weeping
It’s little heart is filled with pain
And Daddy cried they’re taking Mama
Away from us on the evening train
I heard the laughter at the depot
But my tears fell like the rain
When I saw them place that long white casket
In the baggage coach of the evening train
As I turned to walk away from the depot
It seemed I heard her call my name
Take care of baby and tell him darling
That I’m going home on the evening train
I pray that God will give me courage
To carry on ’til we meet again
It’s hard to know she’s gone forever
They’re carrying her home on the evening train
Source – Lyricfind. Songwriters Audrey Williams/Hank Williams Snr
“Death ends a life not a relationship” – Mitch Albom
“If there ever comes a day where we can’t be together, keep me in your heart. I will stay there forever.” – A A Milne
It’s been a dark day for many people today. A dark day here. No more words today let some photographs say the rest.