White roses

In the centre of main hall of the building where my mother lives, and huge bouquet of white roses is placed, remembering all the people that died in 2021. Normally they would be remembered with a moment of silence during the traditional new year gathering, but because of covid this was the alternative. My dad is the second last on the list.

A beautiful gesture. And suddenly also a difficult emotional moment as well. It still has an impact I'm not over yet.