My Grandpa’s Weekly Flowers — and a Surprise After He Passed
My grandfather showed his love not through grand gestures or dramatic declarations, but through simple, steady, and unwavering actions. Every Saturday morning for fifty-seven years, without fail, he brought my grandmother a fresh bouquet of flowers. Sometimes they were elegant roses from the florist, carefully wrapped and fragrant, other times they were wildflowers gathered from…
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