Today marks the third anniversary of my
father's death.
So to mark the occasion, I ventured out to the burial park today to clean up his headstone, take a few photos while the weather is suitable, and leave flowers for all of my other relatives buried there. Not that I really need an excuse to wander through the trees and gardens at the cemetery.
Royal Oak Burial Park, Section S. My father's place is under the
Himalayan white birch, towards the park bench.
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