It was the elderly lady wearing white in the distance, who triggered today's tears.
We sowed more wildflower seeds on dad's grave, roughing up the thick damp soil with our fingers and patting the seeds to bed.
The baby kestrel in the nest box, was a fascinating distraction for the other families too. We also visited the bee staying at the Bug Hotel, and feel inspired to create one in our wildlife garden.
As I scattered the seeds, I thought of all my friends and family without their dad's. Thank you for your messages