Coming of Age

This will always be 21 for me, though this post is nothing to do with birthdays or voting.
My Dad died twenty one years ago today, so Hubby and I walked up to The Abbey to light a candle.

It was early but we had missed the nine o’clock communion, so The Abbey was quiet and strangely deserted.
We walked to The Lady Chapel and the candle arch was completely empty, so having lit our two, we placed them at the back and sat down in the pews with our thoughts.

Dad was only 67 when he died, no age really, and I still miss him. I always will, but he is forever with me in my heart and mind, along with the other treasured memories of good things and those I love.

On our previous visits, there are usually other candles burning, and as we sit and watch the flames flicker, our two will sway and join in the spiritual conversation.
Today as our candles burnt brightly in the peace and tranquil surroundings, we thought of our Dads as today’s ‘greeters’, welcoming all those remembered in this life but in the realms of the afterlife.
I didn’t have my camera today and there is now a charge should you wish to take your own photographs. I took these some time ago.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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6 Responses to Coming of Age

  1. colinandray says:

    He was young at 67 wasn’t he! It is nice to see that he is so lovingly remembered. 🙂

  2. They charge to let you take pictures? Wow!

    • It’s only a couple of pounds but is quite common over here. Some cathedrals even charge for admittance. Our Abbey is free though there are notices up saying that it costs £5 a minute to maintain, and could visitors spare ‘a minute’. We always put something in the box for our candles but £10 a time would be beyond us.

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