Walking by a flower shop, we saw sunflowers named after our sky child. We brought them home, found a sunny place at the window. Within days, one after another dried out. This was the best that could have happened.
Chosen with love, brought to a warm home, cared for with sun and water, but dying within days. This was a perfect gift to remember and to be present in grief, 9 years after the loss of our first born child.