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Forget me not



Last spring I planted sunflowers and a whole bunch of wildflowers along the fence line outside my kitchen. Catherine loved both sunflowers and wildflowers. We had quite the crop last summer. They lasted quite some time. Even after she died. This year, I just didn't have it in me to plant anything. I've been good to survive thus far in my journey.


Despite not planting anything in that flower bed, a few zinnas came up. And then on Friday I saw a lone forget me not, growing in the side yard. I found it odd and out of place. Out of all the wildflowers that bloomed, there weren't many forget me nots. So I smiled and walked into the house.


Later that day I noticed it was gone and it made me slightly sad. Josh mowed the yard and I thought that was the end of my little flower. Until Friday evening. As we got home that evening, our neighborhood rabbit was sitting in our yard. Its also the same one that attempted to photo bomb the boys first day of school photo last week (that's another story). Our little rabbit was sitting where that lone flower was that morning. And off to the side was another single forget me not. It stood out of the grass with its striking blue color. The rabbit bounded off as we got closer and we all got a bit tickled.

Where in the world were these flowers coming from? Why did it seem like a message?
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Last night as I was cooking dinner, I found myself speaking Catherine's name a lot. Normally when I talk about her, it is a funny story or about how much I miss her or how sad I am that she is gone. Some days I don't think we say her name. Some of the following was said last night:

"Where are the beaters for the mixer? Catherine would have been the last person to use it"

"Sure, go ahead and use Catherine's lunchbox to pack Henry's food for tomorrow"

"Charlie, can you please find the lunch box containers that Catherine used for lunch?"


It was strange because we haven't spoken of Catherine in that sense. It was weird. And comforting. It wasn't as sad as I thought it would be when the day came.

As the one year mark is upon us, I think maybe my girl is reminding me to "forget me not."

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