Reminded of my dad by the cherry blossom tree
And what he was to be
Gone by the age of 27
Leaves my sister, my mum and me
Today is the anniversary of my father’s death on the 24th April 1974.
At the cemetery a line of cherry blossom trees line the path and overhang his grave stone.
Cherry blossom trees anywhere remind me of him, today inparticular.
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