I remember for my wedding Jeff and I presented a single red rose to each of our moms and to Lupita, a woman that has been like my grandma my entire life. These single roses meant thank you, I respect you and I am thankful for everything you have done for me.
Then when Lupita passed away when we were at the cemetery Lupita had a beautiful bouquet of red roses on her coffin, each rose was plucked off the bouquet and given to a family member. I was given one of the red roses to remember Lupita by and I remember thinking how ironic it was that I gave Lupita a red rose just a few months ago and now she was giving me one back.
My last week of my medicine rotation was so much work, I was so stressed out from assignments and from wondering what was going to happen with my grandpa. When I arrived home one day from my rotation Jeff came home with a purple bouquet of flowers and a bag of groceries. These flowers meant "Good luck on this week, I know you'll do great! You're almost done!"
Friday, at my grandpa's funeral there were flowers all over the church from friends that were paying their respect towards my grandpa. After my grandpa's ashes were buried and all the family parted ways I was given a bouquet that was a combination of a couple different flower arrangements that were displayed at the church. These flowers meant "I'm sorry for your loss."
Yesterday (Saturday), was my graduation from pharmacy school and I was given a bouquet of pink and white flowers as a "Congratulations on graduating from SIUE School of Pharmacy!"
Even though some of these flowers are from a sad occasions I still love the sight and smell of flowers. Each flower gives me a certain nostalgia about an occasion in which I received a bouquet of flowers in the past. I only hope my next bouquet will be a happy set of flowers.
