Love and respect after 30 years

Footballers were playing in the field just over the neatly clipped hedge from the cemetery, their shirts uncomfortably brash against the faintly blue Lincolnshire sky, their imprecations and oaths almost swept away by the customary wind. Sue and I tended my parents' grave, briskly brushing the accumulated green stuff from the headstone. We stood back to look at the now much cleaner headstone An old man I had noticed in the distance came past pushing his bicycle, the …