remembering.......

Fours years ago today my father died.  This rock rose is always in flower with its tissue paper like petals and my Dad like this bush.
Twenty three years ago I became a mother when  I gave birth to my son Henry.  What an amazing journey of parenthood it has been. Henry graduated this Summer and is getting to grips with sorting out modules and dissertations for his one year post grad at Imperial and applying for jobs, far too busy to celebrate his birthday.