flowers.

my dad owned a flower shop from the time i was in seventh grade until a few months ago. so for most of my life, flowers were normal to me. always around. always at a discount. always from dad's shop.

flowers, now, mean a little more. they mean they weren't gotten at a discount from dad. they weren't a way to help dad out. they weren't chosen from his shop to help keep his favor.

see, now that they're no longer part of the fabric of my life, they are more beautiful than i ever remember them being.

so thanks, bop, for the flowers. and for so much more.