FOUR YEARS OF FLOWERS

You would have wanted to stop right here and talk about the shape and colors of these tulips. You would have not rushed for the coffee before the shop closed at three. You would have lingered and connected this moment to a character you were creating or a drawing you were finishing. The way these flowers gently bend under the weight of their environment. So I spent my time with them, and with you. There in the silence of a Friday afternoon. Missed my coffee, missed your silly sideways smile but did not feel alone.

Although we can’t talk like we use to, it is infinitely clear when you are present. I’m so grateful I learned somehow to listen for you beyond the clutter of a world content to contain those who have left their bodies in a far away place we cannot reach. I am so grateful our bond is unbroken and blooming in these moments, in these simple flowers.

Miss you Bean, Forever and Always— Mom