I bought what I thought was a yellow water lily the year before mother passed. The day I came home from her funeral one lone hot pink (her favorite color) bloom floated by the edge of the gazebo. Now the pond is full and each day they get lighter until they are white their last day.
Dad loved sitting near, enjoying the view and listening to he birds
Hot pink...my fave, as well. Love that story you told about it.
Oh that really is AMAZING...as though your mother kissed the bud “good bye”. :-)