Each year, my son planted sunflowers in memory of his twin sister who passed away—then one morning, we discovered them all cut down, with a white box left behind.

his eyes.

After that, it became our tradition.

Every spring we turned the soil together. Every summer, Patrick sat among the sunflowers and talked to Lily like she was sitting right beside him.

When he made the baseball team, he told the flowers first.

When he lost his first tooth after she was gone, he whispered the news into the garden.

When he was sad,continue reading …