March 1, 2013

• Monday 25th February - part 4

   

   

   

  As we came over the top and through the bush this is the sight that greeted us.

  What a glorious view.

  

   

  We drove down to join the others.

  

   

  My first need was to visit Cypress's wee grave with Phoebe & Seb and Dave & Nicky.

  If there is anything good about today - it is that it doesn't feel lonely to have Cyrpess up here on his own anymore.

  

  I took a panoramic shot from the top of the truck.

  

   

  It took some maneuvering but the guys had it all sussed.

  Using mussel ropes and planks they soon had it all in place.

  

  

  Tim has supported so many in his lifetime - I like this photo of everyone supporting him.

  

  This was the hardest thing.

  

   

  Murray gave me a shovel.

  I started to shovel some dirt.

  Then I got mad, and angry and shoveled a heap more.

  How could he do this?
  How could he leave us?

  It is so so hard and so unfair!

  

  Murray took away the shovel and just held me tight while I cried.

  

   

  It was all way too hard for me and the children at this point and I said they had to cover him up - now!

  So the guys got their shovels into action and went for it.

  

  

  They shoveled and shoveled.

  Some swapped around but some just kept at it with dogged determination.

  This was a very cathartic time for us all, but the men especially.
  

  

  

   

  

   

  I don't think I saw Martin stop to take a break in the whole 50 minutes it took to fill in the grave.

  Despite his age and his infirmities he was 100% there for his brother and the rest of us.

  

  Bri set about to gather up large rocks to place around the edge.

  Most of which had to be dug out of the hill further away and lugged over here.

  She had also brought up this large slab of timber as a 'headstone'.

  

   

  My broken hearted wee girl.

  

   

  I love this photo of Marah & Anson - they look like they are on a mission!

  

  And finally the work is done.

  A salute!

  

   

  We gathered around, Bri got out her guitar and sang a parody of '500 miles' - words she had adapted especially for her Dad, which got us all singing & laughing!

  We talked, reminisced and prayed and and remembered a wonderful man.

  

  

  And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

  Revelation 21:4
  

  

   

   

   

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