greatest of gifts

It's been a while since I've been feeling this way, sick that is. I've got a head cold like no other and a cough that I'm hoping will reside soon. I'm notorious for my hacking cough since I was a kid. It usually lasts about a couple months and I'm a miserable wreck. When I get it I'm coughing profusely till I end up gagging. Gagging is the only way I can successfully stop coughing, then I'm back at it every ten minutes. Been resting away and feeling hopeless and unproductive. Brandon says I've got a "strong like bull" immune system.
 Sincerely trying to get better by tomorrow.
Stuffed myself with soup, half chicken sandwich, Muccinex, a bit of a burrito, mackerel and rice, ongoing agua, vitamins and drove down to Millbrae for my usual boba fix (pigged out like a mother). On my drive back, I heard Let it Be by the Beatles.

 This song gets me every time. Every.single.time.

 It's an incredible reminder of how I found flowers or how flowers found me really.

Last November was the passing of my dear cousin Jonathan.
My family did everything possible to make it the best funeral. We did it DIY to the extreme. Without any sense of formal training, I took charge in creating his flower arrangements (along with lots of helping hands from family). 

 Let it Be was the processional song playing during his funeral. Jonathan was a big lover of the Beatles. I remember as kids how fond he was of all their songs. He sang them proud and aloud.
During the funeral, there was an assortment of laughs and an overabundance of love that poured out in remembering Jonathan's life. There was a unbelievable sense of sadness that continued to emanate throughout the day. We knew physically he was gone forever. 

The funeral was beyond magnificent. a clear reflection of how hard he loved and was loved by so many.

After much encouragement from loved ones and a little soul searching on my part, I decided to take a detour from pursuing culinary school and dove straight forward to floristry classes.

 I've been pinching myself every since.

Jonathan gave me the greatest gift. His passing was a mirror of all the things I was capable of out of life. He allowed me to see and pursue my passion with full force wholeheartedly. I'm forever indebted to him. Everyday I wish he were with us. I wish I could thank him physically. When I'm with flowers, it feels like he's always with me. Flowers are a constant reminder of Jonathan's earthly "you're welcomes."

 Feeling forever grateful.