During Easter we spent a beautiful day on the Isle of Cumbrae, visiting the town and, of course, the bay where my dad rests. It has been three years now.
We discussed memorials, why people have them. It was pointed out that my Dad, beloved Grandpa did not have one. This was soon rectified. I wonder if it will be there next year.
And then nature provided it's own heart shaped sign for us (spotted by Eldest after we'd spent some time sourcing perfect stones for the other one.)
I didn't feel or sense my Dad at the bay that strongly, this worried me. Until I went to the town and there, near the Garrison, I could picture him walking - see it so clearly. The time he forgot his glasses case and we had to search around, it was where he had left it on the Garrison wall.
I know he can be at peace there, that his best memories involved the island. No matter when we go I hope he remains where he was happiest. At this point what others may believe or think is irrelevant - I know he is there, I know he looks out for the boys and, importantly, they know too.
I would say until next year but if I could I'd love to go stay there for a week or so. Like old times, take a bike out, ride around the island. For the first time in a long while I relaxed, the stress and illness seemed to disappear for a day at least.
Sometimes I gladly suffer a few bad days if only to capture such moments as this.