She wanted it there.
She wanted us to see it.
And she wanted me to know that even if one seat was empty, both of my children had made it to graduation.
I pressed the note against my chest.
A sound escaped me that I couldn’t control.
Aaron wrapped his arms around me.
I held him tightly.
For weeks, I had tried not to break down in front of him.
I kept telling myself he had already lost his sister and needed his mother to remain strong.
But in that auditorium, with Mary’s red dress and the flower she had picked outside the hospital between us, I finally fell apart.
Aaron whispered,
“She wanted you to have the flower.”
I shook my head against his shoulder.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because you would’ve stopped me.”
He was right.
“I almost did anyway.”
“I know.”
A few seats away, one of the mothers who had laughed earlier lowered her eyes.
