My daughter couldn't speak and had not lived in this town since she was 4. It is a feeling of abandoning her to shrivel like a raisin and not return to the earth and it's the sense that there is no color or life around where she is cause they keep killing my flowers. Yes I have her tree but I am stuck in a place where my values told me then and tell me now that I should have bathed her and had her cremated and set free to return to the earth. At the very least not to be a rasin for 50 years. She is in a place where I can't care for her. Petunia, thank you for the love as my heart is throbbing. I know she is not there but still she is.....