Mother and Daughter

being born on my mother's birthday is coincidence enough but, after she had died, my sister and I decided to take her ashes from London to Northumberland to be interred with her parents, pretty sure this is what she would have wanted, but one never knows. On arrival in the small town on the way to cemetary, we called into an ASDA store and I noticed the name of the lady paying in front of me was the same as my mother's first husband - BUGLASS (an unusual name) - whom my mother had married at the outset of WWII and divorced at the end, never to hear from him. The lady was indeed the grand-daugther of my mother's first husband. Then, we parked at a beach near the house where my mother was born and the only other car had a number plate which read RAY (my mother's surname). Then we visited a cousin who excused herself because she was looking after a dog that dog - the dog's name was Lilly (my mother's christian name). these coincidences told us we WERE indeed doing the right thing but we dread to think what would have happened if we were doing the WRONG thing in taking her ashes home.