This holiday in France we put the ashes of my father into his final resting place. It is a nice spot, with beautiful views of the village and mountains.
We played Amazing Grace (bagpipe version) and Don't stand at my grave and cry on a very hot an sunny day as the ashes were placed into the grave by my brother. Then the top stone was sealed and it was all over. It was a very final act. And that made it more painful. But it was also beautiful and had to be done.
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