Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Please Don't Take My Sunshine Away

Every time I see a sunflower, I think of Bobby. When we visited the accident site for the first time, the only color I remember seeing was that of the surrounding sunflowers. Someone at Bobby's graveside service laid three sunflowers on his casket. They are bright, wild, and in unexpected places. When I returned to Moscow about a week after his accident, I saw them everywhere. To me, they are a small piece of him and for that, I love them. 

Thank you Mom, for giving him something from me-- even when I can't be there.
  I love you

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