They were doing something “in memory of”, at the Hospice House where Deck died. If you went there as a drive-through kind of event they’d give you a little potted plant which you could stick into the ground to remember your lost loved one. So I went. And I got one.
And then I had to park for a while because I was crying so hard I couldn’t see to drive.
I planted the little yellow flower out in a flower pot on the back deck today. I can see it from where I lie in bed and look out the sliding glass door. I am going to be waking to that tomorrow morning.
Mourning is not for the weak, that’s for sure. God, when this this stop being so hard.