If you follow our story here, you recall I opened up back in November about my grandmother’s decline and my routine of visiting with the kids and bringing her flowers on Sundays. I haven’t mentioned anything since and that’s because it’s been hard. In January we lost my fiery spirited grandmother on the tail end of an epic blizzard. I was beyond blessed to spend some of her final moments at her side, recalling childhood memories and singing some of the very hymns she sang to me as a child.
Maybe you have seen the social media clip of a florist repurposing flowers to take to local nursing home residents. We have actually been working on this concept and service for a while. After all, those beautiful, pristine blooms look too good to hit the trash can after their starring cameo at a wedding. What better way to show flowers a second life?
Eight wedding centerpieces created close to 20 personal arrangements all handcrafted by the HHF children, but it didn’t stop there. We loaded up our flowers and kids and headed to the Bridgewater home, to the very building where my grandmother lived out her life. My kids met with residents, proudly presented flowers, and adorned every table in the dinning hall with their custom creations. I’ve never seen them more proud and happy to share their work, a direct reflection of what I strive to do.