Favorited Tulips by Peter RukavinaPeter Rukavina (ruk.ca)
When I found myself caught up in the “anger” stage of the stages of grief, I shake my fist at Catherine for not leaving me an operations manual for how to live now. An unreasonable expectation, of course, but grief is seldom reasonable. And then the yellow tulips bloom in the front garden, and I realise that she did...

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