I decided on Wednesday while driving to work and sobbing uncontrollably, that I need to finally go visit Joyce’s grave before I leave for Florida.
I still have the red rose from her funeral. It’s dry and faded now, but almost 2.5 years later, I just can’t throw it away. But I think I’ve come up with a solution. When i go to visit her grave, I will take it with me, along with a dozen fresh red roses, and I’ll leave them all there.
She taught me to go for my dreams, and my dream is finally coming true. She would be so happy.
It’s time to let go.
