A week after Rodney’s second anniversary, I needed something different to focus on. I decided to take my mom to a few nurseries and hardware stores, and we spent the day looking at flowers, vegetables, and herbs.
I picked out flowers for both my front yard and backyard, along with a few vegetables and herbs to grow this season. It wasn’t anything life-changing, but it felt good to be outside, planning for growth instead of just surviving another difficult day.
As I was planting everything, I realized there was something comforting about it. Grief can make life feel stagnant, but plants need care. They need water, attention, patience, and time. In a strange way, tending to them felt a little like tending to myself.

There was something healing about bringing new life into my yard. Watching things grow won’t take away the grief, but it gave me something to nurture, something to look forward to, and a reason to step outside each day.
Sometimes healing isn’t found in big moments. Sometimes it’s found in a handful of flowers, a few herbs, and the hope that with enough care, something beautiful will grow. 🌱🌸💚


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