A personal memoir by Tom
"No," I answered back in a curious voice.
“We are staying there to spread your gran’s ashes,” my dad answered.
When we were in Yorkshire, my mum called my granddad to say we are in Yorkshire, but he didn’t answer. We called him three times but still he didn’t answer. When we arrived in Bradford, we gave him another ring, and this time he answered. My dad mentioned that we will also be having a picnic. My granddad had a perfect idea where to have it.
My dad brought some cookies, chocolate bars, and non-alcoholic wine. My granddad brought some sausage rolls, minced meat pies, crisps, and made some ginger bread brownies and some buns. We went somewhere in the mountains. When we found an ideal place to have our picnic, we begun.
First we had some sausage rolls. My dad offered us some non-alcoholic wine. About 30 minutes later we had finished are picnic. The last thing we had to do was spread the ashes. I stayed in the car while my mum, dad, and granddad spread her ashes. I was happy but also sad at the same time. My gran would be gone forever, but still watching us at the same time.