Your sunflowers

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“The one who left gentle
footprints on our hearts
left a story worth telling.”

How true that is of you.

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Thursday 3rd September

Today is your ‘Sunflower Day’.

Four days before you gained your Angel wings you bought a packet of sunflower seeds, proclaiming that you were going to grow the biggest sunflower ever.
That was way back in March.
A lifetime ago now.

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So tall.

I wish you could have been here today to see your wish come true. The plants must be over eleven feet tall, swaying about in the breeze.

Dad had to stand on a stool, and still had to reach up to cut the stems. We decided the first sunflowers to bloom would be for you, for your place of rest. Three strong, bright yellow flowers are yours.

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Your newly-cut flowers.

We took the sunflowers to your graveside, and as I was cleaning the vases, Dad showed you your flowers, talking to you all the time, hoping you’d be pleased with the colour and size of them.
‘Your beautiful sunflowers, lovely boy.’

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Your sunflowers in place.

It’s Thursday again, twenty five weeks since you passed.
I still can’t believe you’ve gone.
It really doesn’t seem possible.
I miss you all the time.
And seeing your sunflowers today, grown from the seeds you selected, brought home to me how very precious you were, are, and will always be, to me.
And I felt so, so sad..

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Beautiful yellow sunflower.

I love you so very much.
I wish you were here so I could tell you.
I miss you with all my heart.
I wish you were here so I could hug you.

Sweet sunflower dreams.
Angel son xxxx

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For you, my darling.

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