My father died more than twenty years ago. 

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I took his ashes and scattered them on Cul Beag summit – a hill he walked in life but never made it to the top of. 

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More recently I climbed Cul Beag again, picked up a stone, took it home and painted on it.

 

Someday I will return this stone to Cul Beag and place it at the top in memory of my father.

 

The idea has grown -

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Now there are many stones from many hills in memory of many people. 

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These stones will be returned.