Nearly Time

Of all things in life this house has been one of the very few constants. My Aunt moved here before I was born (AKA a very long time ago). I have memories from long ago of playing in this garden, family Christmases in the house, playing with the various dogs, but most importantly spending endless hours with the lovely person who called it home.
Somehow I have to come to terms with not visiting this garden many more times now. Thankfully the memories are firmly etched and hopefully the tears pass...