Saturday, March 2, 2013
Several weeks later I happened upon C again at work, and he was trying not to cry. It's very shocking to see a man cry, and I realized Max had died. Not having words, I bought the most cheerful thing I could find, a miniature daffodil plant in full bloom, and gave it to C. He planted it on Max's grave, where he lay buried under the Rose of Sharon tree in his back yard. And sometimes when C tells me about Max, tears still come into his eyes, he misses him so much. And that makes me want to cry.
Nine-odd years later, C and I are married, we have no dogs but memories, but the miniature daffodils continue to bloom and cheer both our hearts.
Posted by Lady Holiday at 4:16 PM