"I could write a thousand and one words to describe all the things I’ve seen in my life. I could, but to my belief, using a thousand and one words is a bit over-used. I think there are many other ways I could tell you. I should know, I lived long enough to learn that." This could be a letter, a list, a story, or a book filled with prompts, it really isn't for me to decide. But a thing I do recommend is: pay close attention because you can't make a bouquet out of a single flower.

A White Bouquet

“Hey, Zayda… I hope you are doing fine…” he said softly as he leaned on the tombstone. He placed a flower in the small vase-like form at the side of it. “I… I have so many things to tell you.” The flower was yellow, with several little petals, forming a dome-like figure. “Remember you told me to give your ring to someone I love?” He grabbed his backpack, and from it, he took out a small box that contained some sweet bread inside. “Someone stole my heart… they are the sweetest person in the world.” 


He finished decorating the stone with offerings, candles, and china paper flyers… not the most proper or traditional altar, but the intention was there nonetheless. He did that every year, he would put up an altar for her on the Day of the Dead, as a remembrance… It was the day she died too, quite coincidental if you ask me. 


Everlasting