Dust to Dust, Ashes to Ashes

P received an invitation from his mother to watch the placing of his fathers ashes in the cemetery. His mother has a place next to his father ready for her. She is not going to watch. This brought up the discussion of my father, my father died in 1971. He was cremated. A similar plot was put aside for my mother. It won't be needed now. I assume not anyway. She remarried when I was....actually I am not sure when. I wasn't invited to the wedding, just told about it afterward a few years later. Odd as I was getting on okay with my mother then. P asked me would I like to visit my fathers site. I think I would like to. I don't know where it is though. I would have to ask my mother. I have an odd feeling of loneliness for my father. I know that the site is not where he is. I don't know if he is anywhere now, other than a dusty pile of ashes, forgotten.