Time Flies

Well sometimes at least. It's been 4 years since Ian died and so much has happened.

It is odd to think of him under there, returning to soil, becoming new life. Of course he's not really there, he's flitted off to wherever people believe we go when we die. I don't believe there is anything else, I think we have a life then that's it. No Valhalla, no Heaven or Hell, nothing, so make it count eh? Ian certainly did.

We drove over this morning to put some flowers on his grave.  H had the foresight to take a container for them, and thought it apt to use one of our Le Mans beer cups, I think Ian's Mum appreciated the sentiment.


I also have a theory that the dead don't read social media ;)