A Falling Leaf.

Nor guilt nor grief Shall torment me When in the ground I lie. For

Waving goodbye.

I’ve brought Mam and Dad to visit Anne Maria’s grave any time I could. I would get out with Mam and spend some time remembering, perhaps praying, tidying and talking quietly. All the while Dad would sit in the car. We could park beside the grave and getting out is now too awkward for him….