We buried my father here five years ago. Today I have returned to the lime trees and wreaths of Thirsk Municipal Cemetery. Sparrows chirp, they did then too. On that raw February morning, Lionel, a kind parishioner whose allotment overlooks the graveyard, had scattered birdseed so that my father, a keen ornithologist, would be accompanied on his final journey by the sparrows he loved, or “spuggies” as he called them.
St Bede would have appreciated Lionel’s gesture.
09 February 2017, The Tablet
Glimpses of Eden
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