“Aside from the beautiful floral arrangements that were sent to us, I now also had the flowers that were brought home from the service—an amazing arrangement made up of roses…
…I thought it would be a nice idea to dry out the roses in honor of how Daria most likely would have preserved them. The roses were spaced out evenly on the basement clothesline, fastened to the line with clothespins. I assumed that I had fastened them tight enough, but when I went to check on the flowers the following day, I noticed that one stem had fallen loose and landed on the floor. As I bent over to pick it up, it struck me that the flower that had landed on the floor took the shape of what appeared to be a heart. At first, I didn’t think much of it, but as I began to pick up the flower, this feeling of peace and calm washed over my body. It felt to me as if Daria were sending another sign that she was okay, just like the sign that she had appeared to send through the cardinal on the day of her services…
…As you can imagine, the tears started flowing quickly and heavily. But at the same time that this feeling of sadness settled in, it was balanced by total peace. All I could do at the moment was just close my eyes and embrace this feeling. I felt at that moment that I wasn’t alone. Once I composed myself, I picked up the flower, reattached the stem to the clothesline, and headed back upstairs to be with my girls.”
