St Mary’s

Traveled up to check on the bungalow and to see Dad. Of course can not see dad without going to see Mum. Mums ashes are interned at this lovely little church. Mum and Dad were married here 60 years ago and my sister and I both christened here in 1980. My dads family are all buried here.
The visit with dad went well and his new social worker seems lovely. Dad did very well answering her questions. No idea how or why but she didn’t know mum had passed away....anyway, we managed to avoid upsetting dad over that topic.
Homeward bound now.