Some say the end is the most important part of the tale, but on this occasion the beginning was what resonated with me.
I’d been staying with my grandparents, when it was suggested we go for a walk.
I’d protested, computer games and TV were my type of entertainment, but Grandpa had insisted and I’d reluctantly complied.
When we arrived at the long narrow stretch of path, I stared in disbelief.
A group of elderly people were planting trees.
The third on your left Max, that’s the one your Great Grandpa and I planted.
He died the next day.