Spring in my garden

I have had a very bitter sweet type of day. I got to Mums this morning to find her rather upset because she had found a packet of letters from a man she felt she should remember as ‘ she had obviously been special to him’. She’d forgotten where she now put them and didn’t want me to read them anyhow. It transpired they were letters written to her by my father - some before I was born. Using the memory book I made for her in 2020 between us we eventually recovered the memories but it was so very sad that she hadn’t remembered my dad :(
I spent 3 hours in the garden this afternoon which helped me me deal with it.