A rose and an ash tree

The Ash tree marks the spot where some of the family ashes are interred and the spot is a memorial to Mom, Dad and my sister, Gill.

Gill would have been 63 years old today and I am sure that she would be loving life if she had managed to wait for the little warrior, her grandson Louie, to arrive and for the rest of us to recognise how much she needed us.

As the years go by the sadness deepens and past happinesses become ever more poignant...

The Rose is for you Gill.