My Dad would have been 88 today, and after we’d done all our running around, we went into the Abbey to light a candle.
The Lady Chapel was empty with just a few candles on the stand, so we were spoilt for choice where to put ours, settling on the back row (pictures taken on previous visits).
Someone was hoovering, but other than that, it was peaceful and quiet, and we were able to collect our thoughts over recent events as we waited for the Dads to join us.
Maggie curled up at our feet as we reminisced about past Dad’s birthdays, our interaction with them both, and how much we still miss them after all this time.
My Dad’s candle fluttered, but it was the one in the front row that seemed to be holding court today, so maybe there was a big meeting in the spiritual world.
We basked in the tranquility for quite a while, watching our two old boys flickering towards each other occasionally.
We wonder what it’s like for them ‘beyond’, and if, when we send out our light, we’re interrupting something. For us still here, we firmly believe they are in a better place with no pain or suffering, and hope that one day we will all be together again.