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Today all we met and carefully poured the dry white dead ashes of my mother into a hole in the graveyard of the home church

We shovelled and stamped down the earth near the arched church door

Somewhere in the family photos there is an old black and white photograph of her as a beautiful young woman standing in the same church doorway smiling and beaming in anticipation of a future life with a handsome young man who today is now bent and old

He wiped away a tear and walked away alone except for us, his children who will look after him and perhaps eventually, follow him into that  same old churchyard ground

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