I kept the bulbs from the Easter Lilies that decorated the church for Oliver's memorial service, and they just finished blooming this week. I have them in the container garden I brought with us to our rental, and I hope they will make it through the move to our new home in Birmingham, along with Oliver's tree. I don't attribute an irrational sentiment to these plants, but I find them helpful, tangible props that help me process and express my thoughts, emotions, and memories.
The Peace Lily we were given for him is also blooming indoors; an elegant memorial, a single white spathe peering over lush and green, blooming just in time to greet Beatrice. I am so proud of Oliver and how much he learned and how hard he fought during his year with us, and this flower by my desk reminds me to not feel guilty about enjoying Beatrice as I remember him.
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