My beloved's ashes lie within these two pots of roses, although one pot has less of him now... I spent yesterday, my birthday, re-potting them because the original pots had become splintered through frost damage. There was an ant's nest in one of the pots which required some sifting and spraying before re-potting. A large quantity of soil and ashes were left over, so they are now amongst two newly bought roses in the garden. My lovely man's remains are spreading around the garden... I don't know if this is in any way disrespectful, however, he always insisted that he didn't want his ashes as a shrine and that I could put him on the compost if I wished. I can now sit on the bench and talk to him, then walk to one side of the garden and say a few more words, move over to the other side and say some more words. Much better than keeping him in a pot on the mantlepiece.As for dating, yes, I tried it again! Such a disappointment... where are all the single, normal, men of my age... yep... they are either Gay, Married or Dead. So I have definitely resigned myself to the sorrowful view that my chance of happiness within a loving, intimate relationship has been and gone. And I think, how lucky I was to have known such happiness, short as it was. My heart goes out to all those, who like me, are existing day to day, rudderless.
