Absence

I often pass by these on the way home. They are outside a purpose built block of flats and despite the beautiful weather we've been having no one ever sits here. I've always found this strangely sad.

There's a space in my Mum's house no one ever sits in. It was my Dad's spot. He died eight years ago today and since then no one sits there, it doesn't feel right. I am usually with family this time of year but that hasn't been possible this year and finding it a bit harder than usual. The man himself would have had no patience with my mood though so I'm not going to dwell on things anymore today. I'll talk to my mum, then toast him with a glass of wine and remember the good stuff.