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    Around 11am I gathered up her flowers and loaded them into the van. I checked the ledger to make sure all that had been ordered was loaded. It was time to get her. I told her, "we're ready to roll." I picked up the urn and headed to the van with her in my arm. I set her in the front seat and told her to set tight. We drove to the funeral home and I unloaded her flowers then came back and got her. I set her in the middle of her flower arrangement and told her to rest in peace.
   As a florist you get to experience every aspect of life. From the excitement of a birth to the death of a elderly person. Just the other day a young couple came in and they were devastated and broken hearted. Their baby boy had passed away the day before. I comforted them and I cried with them as we picked the flowers out. It brought back memories of the day Thomas and I lost our baby girl, Amanda. We talked for a bit before we chose the flowes and we formed a bond. They've been in the shop a few times since and we have become friends. Every day is different and some day's it's a tear jerker but the majority of the days it's a blessing to be a florist.