All the beauty it portrays cannot overcome the darkness, of the earth, Jess' broken heart and this day.
The strength in Jess, it runs deep like it once did in Jonas and Ann, her grandparents. Ann perhaps more. She put up with that old cuss better than anyone.
He lost the love of his life and their child in the blink of an eye, and Jess, well Jess saved him. Kept him alive…in spirit.
Now, watching her reach out and pull that single yellow flower from its final resting place with the man who had raised her...sums up over three decades of pain, caused by something held all too tightly. Yet another thorn in a beautiful rose.
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