Repose En Paix
He bent down and placed the bouquet of golden flowers on her grave. How he wished he could tell her how much he missed her.
The sound of a sneeze made him lose track of his thoughts of her. He sighed and turned to look for the source of the disturbance.
He looked around, but his eyes had spotted no one around the graveyard.
‘‘Who’s there?’’
Another sound reached his ears. This time it was a quick and strong burst of laughter.
There surely was something out there, just watching him. He clasped his hands ready to say a little prayer.
Then he screamed when he saw a head pass through the headstone of his beloved. He hoped that it was not coming to steal his body. It smiled and asked him what he was doing all by himself at the graveyard.
He took a deep breath. And slowly smiled while wiping away some tears that rolled down his face.
It waited for his response and moved closer to him. He felt better seeing that the head still had a body attached to it.
The being sat criss cross by his side. He pointed to the name on the tombstone & read the name on it— as if he was praying to his guardian angel.
‘‘Daisy Kalolo.’’
He sighed- and bowed his head. The being watched him and looked at the name. It moved its hand pointing at Daisy’s name and said, ‘‘Is that a flower’s name?’’
This made him laugh. He had asked her the same thing. Daisy had introduced him to the world of flowers. Before he had met her he could not tell the difference between gardenias, chrysanthemums, or petunias.
Thanks to Daisy he was somewhat of an intermediate flower expert. Not only could he tell you the different flowers that he knows, he could now also share how to take care of various types of flowers.
‘‘Yes.’’
The being pointed at the flowers and asked, ‘‘Are they daisies?’’
He shook his head, ‘‘No. These are her favorite flowers known as tulips. They are also known as wild tulips.’’
‘‘They’re pretty.’’
‘‘Thanks. That they are.’’
The being sighed.
‘‘What’s wrong?’’
‘‘I have never received flowers from anyone that pays me a visit.’’
‘‘Oh,’’ he said as he pulled a wild tulip from the bouquet & handed it to his new pal.
The being opened it’s hands and happily exclaimed, ‘‘thank you!’’
‘‘From me...and Daisy..’’
He closed his eyes and his mind wandered to the moment that he met Daisy. She had this nature of adventure that he adored. It was like she still had a connection with her inner child.
At that thought he opened his eyes and felt less grief. He realized who he had been talking to.