Upper Woodland Glade #1

That is the location within Lawnswood Crematorium where I go to talk to my Mum. She doesn't have much to say, she's been dead since 1992 after all! LOL.

I like to go see how she, and Aunty Mary and Uncle Richard (Dickie Charlie as I knew him) are all doing. Also that the mechanical sweepers haven't dislodged their plaques from the kerb tiles.

I think that a mother's love and the fact that they never get in touch from 'the other side' is probably the most compelling (lack) of evidence for an afterlife that we could understand. I mean surely if they could get in touch they would? Is it us that are closed to the messages which (may) come through the ether or is death, as my Dad thinks, like turning a light off when you leave a room; nothing is there when the light has gone out?

It's OK, it's just the winter time and me waiting for the rebirth that is spring.

I quite like the Victorian word 'Crematorium' too. How many other 'oriums are there? Emporium, er, Lavatorium, ? There should be more.