That's it, really.
He died a good few months ago, but mum didn't really know what to do with his ashes, but yesterday asked me to take her to a hilltop with a lovely view, and we did the deed today. DS was with us. It was a huge effort for my mum to struggle up the hill, she carried the box all the way.
I don't really know how I feel. Mum did the scattering, and had a little cry, so did DS. I spread the ashes about - this was very odd, I felt as though I was kicking my dad, but I couldn't just have left a pile of ash on the ground (there was so much more than I thought there would be).
It was very peaceful and wild, a beautiful view, very high up. The sort of place he loved.