Farewell

Bev and I took Brett’s ashes home by driving from Christchurch to Moeraki. The weather was bad and with howling wind and rain we passed the Moeraki turn off. However as we approached Shag Point, the weather turned and it was calm and still, perfect for saying goodbye at a beautiful deserted beach.

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I am yours, you are mine,

you are lodged in my heart.

The small key is lost,

You must stay there forever. 

(Anon, Bavarian)

 

 

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