“My mother took one of the sunflowers from me and placed it over Pumpkin’s grave. She folded her hands over her stomach and leaned forward, staring at the headstone as though she expected it to suddenly topple backwards and for… — Heather Babcock Copy Share Image
“Dandelions are just friendly little weeds who only want to be loved like flowers.” — Heather Babcock Copy Share Image
“Betty realized that when it came to relationships with other human beings, she would always feel alone. And yet there was this place – this small special place inside of her – a place where quiet beauty was embraced, a place where memories became fantasies and where fantasies became memories. Like a pebble, Betty could lose herself within this place,… — Heather Babcock Copy Share
“Time doesn’t really ‘march on’. It tends to tip-toe. There’s no parade. No stomping of boots to alert you to its passing. One day,… — Heather Babcock Copy Share Image
“My mother took one of the sunflowers from me and placed it over Pumpkin’s grave. She folded her hands over her stomach and leaned… — Heather Babcock Copy Share Image
“You don’t choose these people and in the not choosing you learn tolerance. You learn to forgive.” — Heather Babcock Copy Share Image
