woodland garden of remembrance

 

 

 

 

 

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One of the reasons my mum wanted to come to visit me during Christmas was to visit my father's garden of remembrance. (And also my grandparents from dad's side, but none of us ever knew them and therefore they aren't that important. Remembrance-worthy all the same.) It's a pretty little place and it was a shame we couldn't find a flower shop that was open.

Also, can we talk about the financial profit gained by someone's death? It's ridiculous. We never bought a memorial placard, bench, bush, tree or anything for my dad. We had a wee funeral service in Finland and only years afterwards brought the ashes to England like my father wanted. Now we were contemplating the idea of buying something. But only the smallest thing would be a few hundreds and you'd have to renew it every 3/5/10 years. As I said, ridiculous. I do know having a concrete object isn't that important and one can remember loved ones wherever. Still, I'm not happy about making death into such profitable business. I meant this to be a nice remembrance post and turned it into a rant... oh, well!