My littlest boy, the sweet sensitive soul that he is, cried tonight in bed.
He saw a rose in the house. It was given to my oldest when a boy asked her to prom. This rose brought up sad memories…
He told me, “I am feeling sad vecause I saw that rose. It made me remember the roses from when we buried Pa. And the rose I had, I accidentally kicked it and I killed it. It’s dead, and I killed it…”
He was crying so hard. I assured him it wasnt his fault. The flowers had been put on the seat next to his car seat. When he climbed in, his foot hit one, and the stem broke near the top of the flower. At the time it was also very sad for him. The flowers were taken from the display on my father’s casket.
Now, he layed next to me. Rying, and I asked if he was sad about the flower, or about remembering the burial. My little one cried harder and said both. He said he couldn’t get it out of his eyes…he could see it in bis eyes when he closed them. He says this a lot a bedtime, that he sees images in his eyes. I try to explain it is his thoughts, memories, or imagination.
This rose triggering this memory, so close to the anniversary of my dad’s death…this sweet sensitive boy…I love him so much.