My dad passed away in January this year. I am looking at the shed my dad made and then repaired each year as the winter took its toll. Today the flowers are blooming the sun is shining and it's a lovely day. As I sit in the sunshine I think about my children and his grandchildren he has left behind. We hold very special memories. I got each of my children to write their own memory of my dad to give to my mother. He was a very lovely man. I know she holds it dear and it sits in pride of place in her hallway.