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One of my father’s last wishes was that his ashes be strewn onto the River Severn, where he had often cast his fishing line. I carried out his wish, accompanied by my mother, on an afternoon in October. I stood on the river bank about ten feet above the water, and after murmuring a few words, and receiving a nod from my mother, launched the remains. As I did so, a swan paddled towards me. In seconds its white plumage had turned grey, and we watched open-mouthed, as my father traveled on his final journey downstream towards Bewdley Bridge.

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    Christopher over 2 years ago

    That's an amazing story, Roger. Quite a ride to his final resting place.

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    Christopher over 2 years ago

    Great title too, by the way....

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