His sudden death left a string of complications and also left me in a penurious state. However, by the grace of God (who gives me energy and enthusiasm) and with the help of the wonderful friends around me and my sister and BIL in Spain, I have forged a new life. It hasn't been and still isn't easy, but I love the work I do and this sustains me.
At 9am this Saturday morning, Angus met me at Parkrun (where I volunteer on a regular basis) and we traveled up to the farm which used to belong to John and Debbie. The same farm where Grant and I spent the best part of 2017 while he regained his strength after a chronic chest condition. Memories flooded back as we drove across the soya bean field of how Skabby, Eddie (our aged Jack Russel) and I walked daily and ofttimes twice daily across the servitude enjoying the beautiful views of Champagne Castle and Cathkin Peaks which was the prelude blog post to this one today.
I had a tiny pottery urn bought in the Great Rift Valley, Kenya, East Africa. We used this to decant the ashes and be able to sprinkle them on the area where Grant is buried
Angus with Pam's ashes in the urn
Ten-year-old Joel watches as his father sprinkles his great-grandmother's ashes
After the private ceremony, I took photos of the mountains which are now presiding over Grant's grave and his mother's ashes. (the photos in the preceding post)
The grave is not at all marked and the area is overgrown due to the rains over the past two summers. But we know that Pam is finally at rest and will be protected by Grant's spirit as in life, he cared for and protected her since she was widowed in 1996.
Joel took a photo of me, Angus and little Liam on his dad's shoulder
There are six next generation Hedges males in my family, after my two sons, who will ensure Grant's name is continued.
REST IN PEACE PAM AND GRANT