A Flower Garden for the Flower of My Life
by Richard Markland


Linda, I am writing this letter to you as if you will read it. I can’t begin to tell you how much I miss you.

 

Remember how I called you the flower of my life? So many petals have fallen since you’ve been gone.

 

I just want you to know I am building something in your memory. I want the world know how much I loved you, and still do.

 

I am planting flower after flower in a special garden just for you. It is the one way in which I can honor you as my princess and my queen.

 

The red flowers represent how much I still love you with all my heart. If only I could hold you as close as I hold each flower I am planting.

 

The blue flowers represent the sadness I feel since you’ve left me. There are different shades for the many different emotions I experience when grieving for you.

 

The yellow flowers represent the sunshine you brought into my life. You provided a ray of hope unlike anyone I have ever known.

 

The pink flowers represent the beauty of your character and the feminine qualities God created in you.

 

The purple flowers represent how difficult it is since being cut off from you. Sometimes my grief runs so deep and I feel to even breathe takes effort.

 

The leaves of each flower represents the beauty of your green eyes. I never tired of telling you how beautiful they were.

 

The white stones I am placing around each flower represents how pure your life was before God and how faithful you were to Him.

 

The trail throughout the garden is a reminder of the journey we traveled together. The space between each section represents how many times we had to pause and ask God to help us take just one more step.

 

The falling rain represents the many tears I have cried for you. My love only grows, as will the flowers with each drop.

 

This is not just a simple flower garden I am building for you. This is a representation of how much I miss you and how much my love only grows.

 

When fall arrives, and the petal of each flower withers, it will be a reminder of just how my spirit has withered without you in my life.

 

I thank God for flowers. Without them, I could not tell you how much I love you.

 

Linda, even though you can’t read this letter, at least I can build a garden for you. You were, and still are, the flower of my life.