Tuesday 25 April 2017

Happiness = a tennis racquet and three tennis balls.


My master was an ardent atheist, if he had died in England he would have been laid to rest in a woodland burial site.  This wasn't an option in Bodrum so the graveyard nearest to our village house was his chosen spot. A shady corner plot under a pine tree.  When it came to choosing the gravestone, my companion remembered that he used to say he would always be content if he had a tennis racquet and three balls.  He had no expectation of an afterlife, but if he could see his gravestone, I think he would have approved.

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    1. It's a beautiful tribute dear Annie for a special loved one, at the perfect spot. Sending you all much love and a special hug to Jake xxx

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    2. Thank you Mark, Jolee and Ozlem

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  2. the perfect epitaph then :-)

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  3. What a great photo Annie. The four of you (includes Jake) are always in our thoughts and I'm sure Teo would approve. xx

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  4. New balls please! Looks great, Annie.

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  5. Well, that just looks perfect! Sending love from Fethiye but, all being well, we should be there in person, in Bodrum, this weekend. Will be in touch. x

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  6. A perfect and special tribute from you and your mistress

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