Prologue
I always loved the sound of the wind rustling through the tress and the sound of the water trickling down a stream. Someone once told me that if you listen close enough the trees have a story to tell and need someone to listen to them.
I just lost my dad and was going through the motions of organising a funeral and it was all a blur people flooded me with condolesces and im so sorry's, i was numb and just wanted things to go back to normal, but they never did.