Yesterday marked the tenth anniversary of my son's untimely and as yet unexplained death. And yesterday, as has become our custom, my wife and I travelled up into the western Brecon Beacons to a special place and plunged.
Just down from its source, the river Tawe courses down a steep mountainside in a series of delightful little waterfalls and plunge pools. The one we have selected lies just out of sight of the footpath, allowing us to declothe in some privacy and take a brief dip in its cool but infinitely refreshing waters. I think he would approve. Then, in an act which he would surely also approve, we toss in a few sweets, a little chocolate and his favourite snack, some mature cheddar cheese.
You may think it's an odd way to mark a young lad's life, but it just seems right somehow. And I intend to go on doing it, rain or shine (yesterday a shower threatened to drench us before we ever entered the water, but then it eased off) until ill health or infirmity prevents us.
Seth, man, we love you.
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