Birthdays here go hand in hand with buying flowers. We have a beautiful little shop in town which is a treasure trove of gorgeous little items and it’s amazing each time you step inside. The florist in there is the lady who did my wedding flowers and she is so lovely and we always now go to her for all our flowers as she’s so helpful and just so friendly.
So this week my sister had Monday off work as she had just come back from her holiday so we decided to go for some lunch with my Dad and the girls and stop off and ordered some flowers. As we walked in and saw the lovely florist, we started chatting about what types of flowers and what colours and then having to say “they are for a grave” is very difficult. It stops people in their tracks and the words hang in the air – no one quite sure how to react.
It’s so hard buying flowers that never get to sit in a vase and be fully enjoyed, or sitting down to write a card that you know will never be opened and read, but I am adamant that just because she is not here doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t do all of these things that we used to.
Each day is hard, but big dates such as birthdays and Christmas are always even more difficult as its a stark reminder that another year has passed by and that time really doesn’t stop for anyone. Life has to carry on.
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