family tree

Father's Day and three generations plus the hound drove down to the river for a barbie and walk.
On the way we took flowers down to 'Paul's tree'.
24 years ago when Paul's ashes were laid to rest under a claret ash it was a spindly sapling rather like our sons were then, aged two and six.
Now they, and the tree!, are tall, strong, strapping lads and junior, the next generation is following in the same strapping footsteps.
P died in a plane crash at the age of 37 and while time has passed, bodies have aged and wrinkles have arrived and memories have faded with new memories and lives created, he remains the same.
And we miss him.
Happy Father's Day to all dads, wherever you are.