Im usually pretty good. Don't tend to let them get to me.
Although just before valentines day our town lost a young girl. Always had a smile on her face, no one had anything but good to say about her. Was a great loss.
I was fine until I delivered the flowers and saw her casket. Lovely wicker with a bright pink trim. That set me off, couldnt stop crying for ages. All the flowers were bright pink, everyone wore pink to her celebration, and as they lowered her to sleep hundreds of her school mates and friends let go off pink balloons.
That night the sky had a wonderful pink glow. We took that to be lucy telling us that she got the balloons
