11. Burying the ashes

It was a beautiful late-Spring morning. The grass and trees were bright green and fresh. We’d chosen to bury Robert’s ashes in a churchyard in a small village on the west-side of the Peak District, surrounded by hills. In the church every Sunday there was faithful preaching from God’s word. It felt good to buryContinue reading “11. Burying the ashes”

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