Soon after Dad passed away (Nov. 30th), our church kindly gave me a beautiful orchid, in full bloom. Nearly two months later, the flowers are still remarkably beautiful. We have the plant on our broad kitchen windowsill, placing the blossoms at eye level. The more I look, the more I see; the closer I look, the more beautiful the flowers become. When I seen these flowers, I enjoy recalling how both Dad and Mother loved her flowers.
