Sometimes it's just to hard to let go She sat sideways for comfort, one foot tucked beneath her, watching as he tended their garden. He’d made this bench for her when time was kinder. Now only memories and love held it together. Running her fingers ran lightly over the back, she felt rose whorls coming to life again between its oak grooves. The breeze whistled through the slats, and his hands tapped along to the rhythm. He had a musician’s fingers. No, a magician’s fingers, b