Remembering...

my family.

It's been an emotional day today. I made the journey to Manchester to see my Uncle and my cousins and their children. Although it was wonderful to catch up, it was also upsetting, as my Dad died when he was only 50 years old.

We went along to the cemetery to visit the grave of my Grandparents too. I remember this headstone in 1973, when it was pristine and white. It doesn't take long to age!