I Remember The Flowers

If you want to see what someone cares about, scroll through the photos on their phone.

If you were to look through mine you would see flowers. Years and years of flowers beginning in 2005 with a beautiful white bouquet of roses and jasmine at a wedding.

Flowers are celebratory, they're empathetic, sympathetic. They remind us that there is beauty in every day. They give us strength, lift our spirits. Their fragrance enhances our mood, their color brightens our homes. 

I sit here looking at a field of flowers on my phone, white and yellow daffodils I photographed in New York in 2012. They still take my breath away. I want to paint them. I want to memorialize them. I want to remember them forever. 

This is what a flower can do, it can freeze a moment that otherwise would be lost in the decay and death of our memories, the decay and death of our days, our youth, our children's youth. The clock ticks. The time is gone. What were we doing there that day? Who were we with? I don't know, but I remember the flowers.

No matter how quickly time passes, no matter how fast it flies, no matter what and who we have lost, we'll always remember the flowers.