Warriston Crematorium

4 Jan 1982 was a fateful day as it was the day my Dad died. Twenty six years ago and it just seems like yesterday. He has now been dead for longer than I knew him alive. That feels strange.

Twenty six years and today was only the third time I've managed to visit the Rememberance book and walk thru the gardens at the crematorium. I am not sure if 3 visits in 26 years makes me look callous or not. It probably does.