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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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