Today was interesting. We travelled to London to spread the ashes of my father. We met my mother and brothers and instead of travelling to South London, we drove around trying to find somewhere to spread them. We did find one place, but the tide was out which meant that the water was too far away.
Tempers were an issue in our car but in the end we arrived in our original destination of Woolwich and got to release the ashes of my father in the Thames.
It is ironic, as this is where I lived when I was younger. The down sides of this was that my mother wished my brothers and I to forgive him before his ashes were spread. My father the atheist I doubt would have cared what we thought, but she managed to get some religious elements in his departing. My son was instructed to help spread his ashes but apparently my daughter was not good enough to do so, which begged the question of why she had to be there.
The thing is, my father who had three sons wanted a daughter and if he met my children now, as amazing my son is, I suspect that he would favour my daughter just because he never had one.
The kids are with my mother-in-law (and father-in-law) for a few days. After the television incident, we felt that we needed a few days with them.
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