“Do you need any flowers?” I asked her this every day. If the blooms in her room had wilted, we picked some. It was the only gift I could give her, the only thing she wanted from me. I’d offered other gifts. She always said no. “Yes, please. If you won’t miss them.” “I’ll miss them. But it makes me happy to give them to you, Lindy, to have someone to give them to.”
