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.
More-On
August 7, 2017
Really sorry to hear this Michael. Condolences to you and the family. Look after yourself. Richard