Sunflowers and Nick–Gratitude Day 26


I am grateful for sunflowers. Nine years ago I lost my boy. In my life, there has been no greater pain.

As sunflowers arrived at my door, I thought of Nick. Their upright and sturdy stems speak to strong bonds and loyalty. Nick was loyal to his family and friends. He stood for what he believed in, not worrying about any cost to himself. The strong bonds he held with people continue to this day, because his roots and values ran deep and he loved with all his heart.

1998 Fall3

The color of sunflowers are as vibrant as Nick’s smile.

Nick and Marisa at twins' bday

He always smiled. Oh yes, he had his moments, but sunshine and love lit through him. He brought laughter, joy, and had the ability to make others smile.


Pictures of Nick–always have a smile or smirk.


Sunflowers provide nourishment, hope for continuing life. Nick physically isn’t here, but his spirit, his strength, his determination feeds my soul when days like today are so hard. The work we do in his name provides hope and emotional nourishment for other children who face cancer.

As the sunflower blooms it turns toward the sun. It rises to each new day–faces the positive, conveys warmth, and happiness. That is how I remember Nick. Always positive, seeing the good, sharing his arm personality, and being such a happy boy.

I strive to be like him in these ways. When I miss him, I raise my face and my heart to the sun. I feel his warmth and energy. He’s always with me, and I’m grateful he chose me as his mom.

1998 xmas

For everyone who thinks of Nick and remembers him today, I hope your day is filled with love and sunflowers.


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