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.