She loved sunflowers so much that she even decorated our kitchen in yellow paint and sunflower decals. I never understood her obsession until they became my favorite flower too. It wasn't until after she passed that they became my favorite but only because every time I saw one it reminded me of her. How beautiful they looked in the sun light and how once you got closer there were no words to describe its beauty or how special it was. That was my mom. She had this smile that could light up a room, her laughter was so contagious and she never let it show that she was sick. Even though it was obvious. The day I lost my mom was one of the worst days of my life and I relive it every single day. All I could think about was the sunflower balloon, along with a rose one, I had gotten her at the hospital gift shop. How when we got home with her things it the only one still inflated, only one left standing. Just how I imagined it would be with my mom. So now I see a sunflower and I see her and the light she brought to not only my life but so many other's. She is my sunflower in a field of roses.



















