RIP dear one
On Saturday we gathered together to bury Ian’s ashes. It was the day after his 50th birthday. Gilly, his partner, chose a climbing rose to rest against the tea rooms. It looked quite extraordinary:
a hole was dug, the ashes put in followed by a roll up and a glass of champagne and we toasted his life.
Then we drank and ate cake:
One of the people at the tea room asked what was going on so Gilly explained that Ian had died and it would have been his 50th Birthday yesterday. ‘oh how sad’ they said. ‘Oh no’ said Gilly and she asked the person to look at all the people who loved Ian and said that this was a celebration of his life. It was.