“Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.”
— HELEN KELLER
I find a simple vase of flowers to be one of the loveliest of all indulgences. Whether a glorious bunch of daisies or a single red rose, I find great joy in watching them slowly share their beauty as they open. That simple vase of flowers now has new meaning for me, for I have someplace special to share them. Whether it has been just one day and the buds have yet to open, or a week and the petals are drooping, I will at some point take them with me to the woods – not just any woods but the beautiful green burial park where my daughter and father’s spirits soar. To share something beautiful with their beautiful spirits is yet another gift of this journey of grief.