These were baba’s joy. Every winter he sent me photos of all his flowers with much pride. I had forgotten all about his flowers. Gouri sent these to me today. The man has ceased to exist but his love continues to spread through these blooms. There is an analogy to life and continuity somewhere but I am just content to look at them and think about the happiness they gave him each year.
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And they will come back every year….
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I love this… I get you. I have always sent my Grandma flowers every year for her birthday. When she left for the stars, I bought some flowers on her birthday to honor her. They were the simple flowers you buy from the grocery store. A year later, the plant now has flower buds and will probably bloom right around her birthday! And the happiness? It’s now me with the look she always had.💜
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