Dad's plot

Mum has been saying for a while now, that I should go to her and dad's allotment and look at the flowers. About a week before dad died (bearing in mind he was in sound mind and full health as far as we knew) he sprinkled wild flower seed everywhere. This seems particularly poignant in retrospect, since his plot is now like a living memorial. I knew I would find it a little upsetting as it would be beautiful, and it was, I felt sad and proud in equal measure. Slightly sad as he kept his plot immaculately and now it's a little shabby and wild, it's like nature has taken him back. It is beautiful, but he never got to see it, it's was his last masterstroke.