{"id":366,"date":"2020-03-16T16:07:37","date_gmt":"2020-03-16T16:07:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/?p=366"},"modified":"2020-03-16T16:07:39","modified_gmt":"2020-03-16T16:07:39","slug":"raising-hell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/raising-hell\/366\/","title":{"rendered":"Raising Hell"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"658\" src=\"http:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/raising-hell-1024x658.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-367\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/raising-hell.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/raising-hell.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/raising-hell.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/raising-hell.jpg 1280w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 750px) 100vw, 750px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Helen sat on the restaurant terrace overlooking the bay, waves lapping the pebbles. Raising her glass, she saluted the photograph upright on the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Memories\nflooded her mind, her first meeting with Paul in the bar across the road. Their\nhoneymoon nearby. Bringing their children always to this beautiful&nbsp;oasis\nof peace, Keflos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<!--more-->\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Today\nHelen had carried out Paul&#8217;s last wishes. The boat trip across to Nisyros, the\nstomach churning bus ride to the lip of the volcano, walking slowly\ndown&nbsp;the path to the bed with its steaming vents, selecting one, pouring\nhis ashes into it. Paul had joked on our first trip to the island that he would\nprobably end up in hell, so putting his ashes into the volcano would be the\nperfect ending.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Life had\nbeen an adventure with him, never knowing where life would take us next. Travelling\nthe world with his work. Children came along, his love of life was passed on to\nthem, each thrilled&nbsp;with every new posting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Our\npeaceful place was always Kos. Wandering along the beaches, going into the\nmountains the ruins, quiet villages, the food to die for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Paul&#8217;s\ndeath had been an agonisingly slow, it broke my heart. Many long conversations\nabout death and the afterlife. We planned his funeral and his wish for his\nashes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Helen\nwiped a tear away, feeling a weight lifting from her shoulders, sure he wouldn\u2019t&nbsp;mind\nthat she had only put half of his ashes there. The other half were in a small\nbox buried in their neat back garden; being unable not to have a part of him\nclose, so she could sit and talk to him when she wanted.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Helen sat on the restaurant terrace overlooking the bay, waves lapping the pebbles. Raising her glass, she saluted the photograph upright on the table. Memories flooded her mind, her first meeting with Paul in the bar across the road. Their honeymoon nearby. 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