Tony was absolutely adamant that he did not want to leave Mount Martha, wasn't going to leave Mount Martha and intended to stay there for ever.
And he didn't leave Mount Martha, or not until Stella moved to Mount Clear and brought his ashes (interred in a teddy bear) with her.
Stella didn't really want to leave Mount Martha, although she did enjoy life in Mount Clear and in Ballarat. She said that Ballarat was a beautiful city, even if it was unnecessarily cold. She enjoyed the lake, the cafes and restaurants, the local countryside, the fun and merriment. But she still had a hankering for Mount Martha.
When Stella was cremated, we included Tony and The Bear (I still think that would be an excellent name for a rock band) with her and since then they have been on one of my dining room dressers, next to Jim.
Yesterday, we took them home. Everyone who was in Victoria met at The Dava, which Tony absolutely loved, for a Family Farewell lunch. We ambled along the cliffs, which Tony regularly walked along before he couldn't reliably walk on them any more. We didn't go down onto the beach. Stella lived in Mount Martha for decades, loved looking at the sea, went to the beach often and never once set foot on it! We poured a libation of red wine for Tony and a gin and tonic for Stella. And we left them there, in the (unexpected) sunshine which came out to greet them.
Their five children were all there
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