I called the florist who was in a flurry with all her Christmas orders. Since i live in a small town, we know each other. "I can't promise delivery until the day after Christmas," she said.
"Maybe a plant," i said, thinking out loud. (I usually order cut flowers.)
"Oh, i have a white cyclamen," said Alva Jean, the florist. "Under the circumstances, i think it should go out today."
Susan emailed me 2 hours later, "These beautiful flowers will make my father's presence physical during the holiday festivities."
Loss and love and life happening at the same time, braiding through our holidays.
Photo from alpinegardensociety.net