A boy does not become a man until he buries his father, or so the saying goes. So it was that I become a man on the 24th of April at the age of 46. The funeral re-introduced me to faces I haven’t seen in a very long time, a brief return to a life that once was in the process of considering one that had come to an end.

A weekend later, I camped on Carn Mor Dearg in the shadow of the big bad Ben, for my own ceremony of sorts. Being below the towering inscrutable face seem appropriate somehow.



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July 28, 2017
My condolences Michael :(
July 28, 2017
Thanks Hendrik
John Tisevich
July 30, 2017
Thank you for sharing your thoughts and feelings. My condolences Michael to you and your family.
August 7, 2017
Really sorry to hear this Michael. Condolences to you and the family. Look after yourself. Richard