Five years ago my Grandma lost her sight. But Grandpa refused to let sadness take root. Each morning, he worked tirelessly in the yard, his hands tenderly tending the soil, and planting, and building…
He never told Grandma HIS PLAN.
Instead, he let the magic unfold in its own time.
One morning, as she sat by the window, a soft breeze carried their scent. “It smells so good! Darling, have you planted flowers?” she asked.
Grandpa chuckled. “Yes, my love. But you must guess what they are yourself!”
Grandpa had planted roses, lavender, jasmine, gardenias, and built a cozy patio where she could sit, feel the warmth of the sun, and welcome neighbors who came to visit. And so, day by day, Grandma ventured outside.
My grandfather never told me, but now I know: when love is true, it doesn’t just make flowers bloom — it makes hearts blossom.
