A rose for Dorothy

Walking with grief

Do not hurry
as you walk with grief;
it does not help the journey.
 
Walk slowly, pausing often:
do not hurry
as you walk with grief.


http://www.bluffton.edu/courses/tlc/bandishc/bbpoems/poem7.htm

A sad day as we went to the funeral of my daughter’s mother-in-law, Dorothy. The above verse is part of a longer poem the vicar read out . After the cremation we went to Formby were she lived a good part of her life. We lived there for a few years and that is when our daughter met their son.

After the wake, we decided to walk down the main road in Formby for old times sake. That’s when we discovered that the old majestic horse chestnut trees were under threat. That saddened me even more. They used to be such huge tree covered in flowers in May. Many Saturdays there used to be book sales under the branches. Now Costa tables. I don’t recognise many shops either! The poem in the extras gives the detail of the fight for the trees. Today is when the Parish council was to decide their fate: Only one of the five will go the others are to have dead wood cut out etc.