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Before leaving, Claire smiled.
“She would have loved Jane.”
“I know,” I replied.
“I think they already do.”
Today, one of those dried roses still sits in a glass frame above our fireplace.
Visitors often ask why we kept an old flower instead of replacing it with a fresh one.
I simply smile.
Because some flowers aren’t reminders of endings.
They’re reminders that love doesn’t disappear.
It changes.
It grows.
And sometimes…
It finds a way to bloom again, even years later.