garden of memories (8)

Beneath its shade, she remembered the long talks she had with Thomas, their dreams and fears laid bare.

The oak had witnessed their struggles and triumphs, and in its presence, Rosemary felt a sense of continuity, a connection to a past that was as solid as the tree itself.

With a heavy heart, Rosemary began to gather the flowers she had touched. Each bloom was a fragment of her history, a reminder of the love, joy, and pain she had experienced.

This is just a testament to the times. Live will keep going so don't give up your hope.