Tomorrow it will 12 months since my dad died.
Time has gone so quickly, it's hard to believe it's already been a year. A tough year to be sure, but it can only get easier from here.
Today I went to a memorial service at his house where a small group of family and friends joined with his widow to plant a tree and erect a plaque in his memory.
It was a lovely service. A bit teary at times which was to be expected but lovely none-the-less.
And it was a beautiful spot chosen as well. Looking over the house, protecting it, guarding it, watching over it and it's occupants.
The plaque named the site The Serenity Garden. Dad would like that - he was a big fan of The Castle and loved its catchline, 'how's the serenity?'
RIP Dad. I miss you.