On scattering my father. We had kept our father in his box for a while before taking him to scatter across Blackstone Edge. On the way, we stopped to go shopping, leaving him in the car. Which is what always happened when he was alive too. It was a windy day and it wasn’t until I got home and took off my brogue style boots that I noticed he was caught in the punched holes and seams. I didn’t clean the boots until he had finally vanished.
