Time out to reflect.

This afternoon, I drove a route that Dad and I often used to take, through the Berkshire countryside, enjoying the sun, the sky, the trees and the light that is unique at this time of year. I stopped for a while in Yattendon church,  somewhere we had visited on several occasions, and sat in silence for a while, with just the slow and regular ticking of the church clock breaking the silence. As today moves in to tomorrow it will be three years since Dad died. From that moment, the world changed, things would never be quite the same again. However, it is good to have so many memories to treasure.