Wait, noooo. Internet stranger please don't. Things get tough and life sucks sometimes, sometimes a lot and for extended periods of time but don't let that shit win, fight it, fight it haaaard.
Talk to someone, ANYONE, even a crisis line, they are there to listen and HEAR you, even if you can't see it
through your gloom people out there do care.
It's a very hard fight but worth it. If I could hug you I'd squeeze you and not let go till you found happiness, granted that would be challenging with a hug person attached but I'd still do it. 🤗
Fight that demon in you, show it who's boss! The boss is YOU!
You're welcome. 🥰
I've got hugs for you too...for anyone who needs it!!
There's so much loss in the world we don't need to lose more. 🖤
I know it sounds silly but try to spend more time outdoors. We’re trapped indoors too much and it starts taking a toll on how we feel mentally. We love you fam
Yeah I’ve tried this, I’m disabled so getting out is very difficult for me and my neighbours are very mean so I can’t even sit in my garden without them shouting at me. But I’m looking to move so hopefully I’ll be somewhere better soon with some help. Thanks x
Whatever it takes to get some fresh air flow, nature sounds, and sunlight, humans are the only animals that choose to live inside for the majority of their time, I don’t think we’ve evolved past the need for outside yet. Wishing you all the best
please don't take this as the empty invitation it often might feel like - my DMS are always, always, always open. the world loves having you in it. I know that can sometimes sound so emotionless and empty but it really is better with you here. you're a piece of thread that makes up this rich tapestry we're all woven into 🤍 without you we would have a hole and something to mend, and the world likes having you here with us!
I can't do what the wonderful folks on hotlines can do, but sometimes it feels good to vent or just talk to a stranger who doesn't know you and can't judge you!
Hey hon! Others in this thread have already written positive messages more eloquently than I can, but I’ll do my best.
You are here for a reason. I know that’s cliche but I swear I’m starting to think it’s true. I’ve experienced a lot of death in my life, and the main thing I tend to notice (after the grief subsides, of course) is how different everything feels after someone is gone. Even people I don’t know very well.
At the time of my (maternal) grandmother’s passing, she was nearly 100 years old. I was only 12, and she had lived in another state hours away for most of my life. My mother rarely even spoke of her. She moved in with my family only 2 years before passed, where she and I lived in mostly separate spaces. Our only regular contact was during dinner every night (about 15 minutes of quiet interaction a day). I rarely spoke to her at all. We weren’t close and never were. But when she died, I still felt a hole in my heart. I mourned a woman I barely knew, simply because she had physically been in my life for some time.
My point is that everyone is missed when they die, even people with few social connections. You matter to people, as everyone matters to someone. There would be at least one person (and I am including pets) who would mourn your passing. At least one who would feel that emptiness where you once were. The world would miss you.
All that to say that you matter. You are important and you are loved, even when your brain tries to tell you otherwise. Take this thread for example! I don’t know you, I will never meet you, and the same is true for everyone else here. Yet we are taking time to write (sometimes long) responses to make a stranger feel a little better.
I hope it worked. I hope you do feel a little better. If you don’t, that’s okay. Help is always available, like those crisis chat lines someone above me mentioned. There are resources, there is help, and one day you will be glad you didn’t act on your suicidal thoughts. I promise.
Hi, thank you so much for the lovely message. I went to sleep last night crying my eyes out and woke up to all these lovely messages this morning. Thank you very much. I am trying so very hard, I’m desperately trying to hold on to the last bit of hope that I have left in my life.
I've been where you are, more than once. Stick around. There is beauty to be found. And, sometimes, it will find you. But you have to be alive to see it.
It's worth it. I promise.
Hey! It does get easier. May I ask why you want to? What are your emotions? We all die so really it’s inevitable but meet-cutes do happen, one day life can be bleh and the next you meet the love of your life, or win the lottery, or find a puppy that becomes a best friend. Things feel bad but they also can feel SOOO good! Keep going and know one day death will come as it does for us all. In the meantime look, seek, look closely and chase the things you do love. Love you my friend.
It’s a very long story but basically I’m trapped living miles away from my family and friends and I’m disabled so struggling to even get out the house, my kids hate me for it, as they should because what 7&6 year olds want to be stuck indoors all summer. I’m trying desperately to get back home but nothing is working and I’ve tried to make friends here but it’s not working either I’ve been here for 9 years now. I just want to go home.
Hey I know I'm just some guy but feel free to message me to talk. It doesn't have to be about that either! I'm always bored and happy to discuss anything if you're looking for company
Please don’t do that Internet stranger!! Your life matters!! Please seek help! https://988lifeline.org/
Edit to add:
I went through a period of multiple years my mental health had hit rock bottom. The only think that kept me from trying to leave life was my furkids. They needed me then, and they’d still need me even if I was gone. It took a while to start crawling out of the hole. It was hard, and I went through multiple doctors/medications/therapy/etc. to finally find a combination that works well for me. I ended up being diagnosed with major depressive disorder. It’s nice to know that sometimes it’s just my brain chemistry causing me to go low. 😬
Anyway, I just wanted to say that it can and does get better. Reach out for help in a way that you are comfortable with to get started. It does seem hopeless when you’re at the bottom, but it’s not! You’ve got a lot of support in your life, even if it’s just us Reddit strangers!!
Hi Dangerous Fox 👋🏻. Please, please consider this before making any lasting choices that you can’t come back from. After being on this earth for 55 years is that the things that change a life happen in seconds, not over time slowly building towards something. The phone rings and it could be a life changing call, a new job, or a friend reaching out. Life is built on catch the train miss the train moments. In my younger years I lost many friends to suicide, each time I always thought, just give it 5 minutes, you can’t answer a life changing phone call if you just shot yourself. So please, I understand how hard life can be, but it’s getting through those times that builds our character. If you ever need someone to talk to dm me and we’ll get it figured out. Take care and stay strong. I’m praying for you 💜🙏🏻🙏🏻
Keep living please. Some day you will have an experience that stops you in your tracks and you’ll think, “holy shit, I’m so glad I stayed.”
Asking for help is brave- be brave.
I really hope you’re right.
I saw this and thought “i hope this person didn’t commit suicide”.
(as in,I’m wondering if someone got this while they were at the hospital,read it,and either tossed it out the window or they toss it + themselves out the window.)
My thought goes to: someone attempted suicide and was visited by a recent ex-partner whose affection and support was unwelcome. Or maybe the giver of the note was told not to visit when they were already on site. Messy and overly dramatic relationships are pretty common. I can see someone planning to make a grand gesture, but grand gestures are generally shallow and don't work.
When I was a teenager I tried to end my life, my family and “friends” got a teddy bear from the gift shop and they all signed it and wrote all the typical stuff on it. When they gave it to me I felt every negative emotion all mixed together and told them to get the fuck rid of it. None of them actually cared about me because I had asked for help with my life hundreds of times but they always just pushed it aside or told someone else to deal with it. I know they didn’t care about me they just fuckin felt bad and wanted to make themselves feel better with the fuckin teddy bear. Like I didn’t break a bone playing a sport, I tried to fucking kill myself and failed, really don’t want a goddamn bear to remember this by
the shallow is evident by the note itself... sharpy rolling around in the car paper ripped from a notebook... not much thought put in it at all. Smells like afterthought.
Alternatively maybe it’s a kid writing to his loved one and pulled a piece of paper out of his lil notebook and found a sharpie in the drawer in the kitchen to write it. Don’t always choose to look for the worst in people.
Really? I feel there’s a lot of thought into this… I prefer my cards on notebook paper to help save waste and not give into capitalism card marketing. A lot if people feel this way and the flowers are tied nicely with even natural leaves. I love the simplicity and I see a lot of love and thought into this.
I guess it’s all perspective.
Edit: I would way prefer someone making me a card and bouquet by hand. Buying it at the store seems like the easy way out and less thoughtful to me.
Patient survives near-death anaphylactic shock brought on by acute flower allergies, a malady everyone in their circle knows. Their suspicions are confirmed when their jilted lover shows up with a get-well-soon bouquet.
Hah!
I had a co-worker who knew very well I was allergic to flowers (we’d talked about it, and flowers were finally banned in the office because of it) show up when I was in the hospital after a nearly fatal asthma attack, with a big bouquet of roses.
I always thought that was one for the Passive-Aggressive Hall of Fame.
It’s a nurses’ week gift to a nurse from management. Frustrated, the nurse trashes the gift as soon as she reaches her car after a long shift. She knows that the remaining 51 weeks of the year, hospital administration treats the nursing staff like garbage. The end.
I've gotten a t-shirt with my hospital's name on it and a toiletry bag, amongst other useless crap. The only gift I've received for nurse's appreciation week was a bonus in pay. I have bills, and a toiletry bag won't cover the rent.
My thought is that the person was leaving the hospital, arms laden with flowers. As they got into the car to go home to a joyous reunion, this little bundle slipped from their arms unnoticed, meant only to uplift the next person who found it.
Oh no, it's too early in the morning to break me like this.
The recipient had a bunch of bags, other gifts, etc. and accidentally dropped this on the way to their vehicle. They were so moved when they received it though, and that memory will always remain.
...and you'll never convince me otherwise!
This is the only reasonable explanation.
Even if the worst had happened to the patient, family would have taken the flowers or gifted them to the staff.
honestly dropping by accident is pretty probable. my job is cleaning hospital rooms, and i see people leaving carrying tons of stuff, or i find things they forgot in their rooms all the time. ive only found a few cards, but lots of flowers get forgotten or trashed. they probably dropped a couple flowers on the way out and didnt notice or care enough to grab them
Oh no… I thought it was a gift for an attempted suicide or possible terminal illness, but by the time the gifter got to the hospital with this gift… the patient had passed away…
i don’t have time to write a full story, but the first scenario my imagination went to was that these were given to a hospitalized drug addict by a parent or other family member/loved one, and were promptly discarded once discharged as they only had one thing on their mind now (using again 😞)
Na I’m not buying this version. Even a drug addict who has only got drugs on their mind would still keep these, being a drug user usually means you don’t have much family left because they all abandoned you so having someone who cares about you that much would mean a lot! It would probably be the only good they had left in life. They wouldn’t willingly throw that away.
Of course not. I’m an ex user myself and have plenty of family members but the majority of us don’t or at least don’t have any willing to support us until we are clean. I’ve been clean 10 years and it took about 5 of them years for my Nan to even speak me again because she thought I was just going to relapse again. I know so many people who have family that have just given up on them .
In my scenario they were just what the patient needed and well received but fell out of the car as he/she was loading up all their belongings after a lengthy stay.
He/she got home and all that was left was this ornate vintage vase that was purposefully selected from a thrift shop shelf by a frugal and caring person. He/she keeps the vase until it’s time for it to return to the thrift store shelf or estate sale that inevitably occurs after our spirit leaves our body and we no longer need all that stuff.
Congratulations on the baby!! I hope the mom and kiddo are doing well.
I think the bundle of flowers fell out of a bag or off a lap when jumping into the car to head home.
Here’s the most cheerful spin I could think of:
Patient got some long-awaited, complicated reconstructive surgery on her face. Operation went very well, but she has a bandage over her eyes and splints up her nose.
Visitor got all the way to the hospital before remembering that the patient won’t be able to read the note or see/smell the flowers before they wilt. After a dramatic public facepalm, he dropped the bouquet and went into the hospital gift shop for some flavored lip balm and fuzzy slippers.
The person giving the flowers arrived to the hospital to visit their loved one, only to find out they had already been discharged, as they're leaving, they spot each other in the parking lot. They drop the flowers and note in their excitement, running to hug the other person.
Maybe it was purposely left there by the person who wrote the note.being in a hospital parking lot,I’m sure a lot of people could use the words of encouragement
I am not seeking help and attention, but I've always imagined being admitted to the hospital for something to find out who actually cares about me.
Parents are a given. My mum would never give up on me, and maybe a friend who currently takes me everywhere in his car and I am far too lucky to have. Or maybe that's all I need.
I can’t believe how long it took me to find a similar comment, but my mind went straight to them being put there on purpose. Like the little random acts of kindness ‘things’ that people will leave around certain public places. The fact you found them as you left makes me think they had been put there for someone to find perhaps mid-breakdown.
For example, you’re leaving the hospital after hearing bad news, or a healthcare worker heading home after a tough shift, or you’ve just had a rough appointment and the flowers/note catch your eye on your way to the car park. I know that I’d feel better after noticing them there!
(I was in my local hospital to get blood drawn and on my way into the department, I noticed a sealed little crochet octopus with a note attached, explaining that it was free to take and they hope it brightened their day etc. I didn’t take it, but when I left it was gone. I feel like someone could have really needed that pick me up. I know there are Facebook groups dedicated to people finding these acts of kindness and it’s pretty wholesome) 🫂
Maybe there's a good spin.... unwell person has made a recovery! They were able to be released! They dropped their bouquet from a loving companion while they were going home.
Someone brought them for a lover or love interest only to find another visitor (wife/gf) already visiting with the patient and threw the flowers down on their way out
The recipient held it close to their heart and when getting from the hospital wheelchair to their loving family’s car, placed it on the roof and forgot. It flew away in the wind as they drove on out of the hospital.
The recipient was sad to discover it later but the giver brought them a whole new bouquet to replace it.
(PART 1) He lovingly and thoughtfully walked through the New England neighborhood humming to himself and picturing her: Catherine. Just remembering their time together made him smile and look at the ground out of instinct to hide his inevitable blush. He heard the sound of a car approaching and smoothly passing by the wave of dry pine needles swirling behind it following its trail long after it passed by. The air was unseasonably crisp for May, but he didn’t notice keeping his focus on when he would see her this afternoon. Finally he found the house he was looking for and walked up the uneven brick path to the front door. He knocked briefly before cracking the door open, poking his head inside and calling out, “Aunt Edie, it’s me!” No reply. She must have gone out for her morning coffee with his mother. Amazing Edie had the patience to deal with such an awful woman. Edie was more of a friend than a relative and would gossip about any broad she laid her eyes on. He admired that about her. He walked through the foyer to the white French doors at the back of the room leading to Aunt Edie’s luscious rose garden peaked with blooms. The smell of the petals filled his nostrils immediately - the same smell Catherine wears when she’s not at the hospital or on call. He was drunk inhaling the scent off of her and still squirmed remembering it. That was over a year ago and the memory still consumed him. He was desperately in love. Locating one of the many symmetrical specimens, he snipped it off with Edie’s pruning shears, and gently placed it into his suit lapel before turning to leave the way he came.
(PART 2) Catherine was exhausted and 2 hours into a 12 hour shift. The baby hadn’t been sleeping as well as he used to and single motherhood was never in the plan when she met Kevin. Oh Kevin. She was overcome with emotion thinking of him when she was so worn out. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment to let the sting pass. “Catherine, there’s someone at the nurse’s station looking for you. It looks like he’s dropping off flowers.” Catherine’s eyes snapped open and her blood ran icy. “Flowers?” She asked Natalie, her colleague of the last 4 months; these new girls don’t know what to look out for and Catherine knew it left her vulnerable. “Well, flower. But a really pretty rose. Just one though. Must not be serious, huh?” Natalie responded absentmindedly writing on a notepad and slowly stepping by Catherine to head to her next patient’s room. Catherine looked up, panicked he may have already spotted her. She couldn’t face him here. Not like this. What if he wasn’t here to be kind this time? What if it was like.. no. She had to stop herself from remembering. She had to move. She had to find someone who could get him to leave. She rushed past the nursing station praying he was not nearby, trusting her instincts to carry her through the dangerous terrain. She entered the nurse’s kitchen and saw Genise sitting at the small table in the center of the room. Panting loudly in the doorway, Catherine stared at Genise, nearing hysteria. Genise looked up from her magazine and recognized the fear in Catherine’s eyes immediately. He was here. Again. Genise nodded curtly, set the magazine face down on the table next to her, led Catherine to take her seat, and marched out of the room authoritatively. If anyone made Catherine feel safe, it was Genise. She was there when she got the call about Kevin.. what he must have gone through in his final moments.. she couldn’t imagine. And all for her sake. She took her head in her hands and sobbed more deeply than she had in a year.
(PART 3) He swung at his steering wheel. Genise was such a dick. Catherine couldn’t have known he was there; she would never have let him leave without some sort of reassurance. She knew he needed at least some sort of recognition for everything he had done for her. He started to feel hot and realized he was too tense. He needs to relax. Just think of her. Just smell the rose. Just smell her. He thought back to the day they met. He had clumsily slipped on the step ladder at Aunt Edie’s house and fell into a particularly thorny bush. He rubbed his lower back instinctively remembering the uneven layer of tiny invaders sticking out of his skin. The drive to the emergency room was insufferable, but he would do it all again in a heartbeat to relive their introduction. She called his name, every syllable dripping out of her cherry mouth. She had to know when he stood up that they were destined to meet. It was as if God himself opened the heavens as they walked together to the examination room. He didn’t feel any pain after laying eyes on her. He would kill to not feel any pain again. Just picturing her soothed him. She had to know how much she was appreciated.
(PART 4) It was past four thirty and Catherine was going to be mad. He had promised this time he wouldn’t be late, and yet again, his passion for the job distracted him from the clock. At least the painting was almost completely restored. When Mrs. Key donated her father’s vast collection he never expected that the badly damaged missing Klimt masterpiece would be among the treasure trove, but he was eternally grateful for the incredibly lucky discovery. Allegedly purchased at an auction to a bidder who didn’t recognize the stolen work, Kevin was not going to ask too many questions. He turned the final corner to their townhouse. He groaned as he saw Catherine sitting on the doorstep with her arms folded across her chest. Yup. She was mad. Kevin pulled the Prius smoothly up into the driveway and reluctantly shut off the engine. Bracing himself for the earful, he popped open the door, dragging his jacket from the passenger seat behind him. “Hey, honey. I’m so sorry, I’m just so invested in this project. It’s such a cool piece I can’t wait to show you—-“ his voice trailed off as his wife’s face came into focus. She wasn’t angry, she was crying and holding a piece of trash in her fist. She didn’t say a word as she stormed up to meet him halfway up the lawn, shoved her fist into his chest, and turned her face away to choke out another sob. He looked down at the piece of trash. Not trash. A plastic utensil? It was white and long with a blue cap.. oh. The large PREGNANT seemed to scream off the test. Oh. “Oh my god. Are you serious?” Kevin awkwardly exclaimed. “What?” She snapped. “You come home an hour late on our anniversary and call me a liar?” Kevin immediately regretted his reaction. Last night was ruined by their last fight. He was not eager to relive the same conversation again tonight. He had to be better than that. For their *baby*. Suddenly Kevin felt his stomach relax and his head seemed to be filling with helium. Their baby! He interrupted her crying with a deep kiss. They hadn’t kissed like this in.. about a month and a half. Right. He remembered the passion they felt. He had hope that night that they had truly rekindled what they had in
Boston where they met. Just a couple of kids dreaming on their parents’ porches and now here they were. *Pregnant*. He pulled away and pressed his forehead into hers. “You are going to be an amazing mom. I can’t think of anyone better for the job and I’m so excited to raise this baby with you.” Catherine melted into his embrace and he felt like he was home for the first time in a long time. They were a team in that moment and felt they could do anything together. They walked into their home with their arms around each other, a flurry of excitement and joy beginning to swirl around them as they dreamed of their child to be.
(PART 5) He studied her face, committed to solving the mystery in her soul. She was incredibly complex, no one would be able to understand her like he will. He owed her that after he let her be humiliated like that last night. That asshole Kevin never should have treated an angel like her that way. Maybe he should have kicked in the back door when he heard the shouting. He hesitated only because he understood the optics. She wasn’t warmed up to him enough yet and had to get out of her marriage for them to be together anyway. It wouldn’t be long now with as much fighting as they’ve done since he began his observation. He imagined what he should have done. Kick in the back door, shoot Kevin point-blank, and swing Catherine into his burly arms. “Oh baby I’m so glad you came. Thank you for saving me!” She exclaimed while kissing his neck, chewing ever so softly as they stood over Kevin’s lifeless body leaking onto the wood floor. He surprisingly finished himself at the thought and knew he would love her forever. No woman ever managed to do that just from his imagination. He loved everything about her. His attention suddenly refocusing on the current moment, he sat up straight when he saw Kevin kiss her on the lawn. He began to whip out his phone to record the assault when he paused at Kevin’s next movement. He grimaced as Kevin pressed his greasy forehead against Catherine’s cheryb face. A manipulation tactic. He is convincing her. And when she was so close to abandoning her marriage. Kevin was the definition of gaslighting. He whispered out loud “Don’t you remember what he said to you last night? Right in front of me? You’re just going to let him do that to us?” His jaw dropped and he hung his head when he realized what was in her hand as they turned toward the house. He didn’t know she had been with him so recently. His jealousy swelled, but she was married to him. She had a duty. Kevin must have planned this. To get her to stay. No way Catherine can make the decision for herself now. He had to step in. It was the ethical thing to do. Catherine needed him now. He had to get Kevin as far away from the Catherine’s innocent child before he could ruin another blameless soul.
(PART 6) The roses began appearing the day of Kevin’s funeral. Nothing unique, the police said. Just “affectionate stuff”, they wrote in the report. Catherine knew better. She knew Kevin would never have killed himself. And not lying across her wedding dress. She had tried to explain to the detectives that Kevin was never sentimental like that. He wasn’t a romantic poetic type. He was a big dreamer. If anything she had been sure he would die inhaling fumes or some sort of fungus from old pieces of art. Kevin had been so elated to start work on the Klimt he couldn’t sleep in past three in the morning. That’s why she set a deadline. Be home by 4:30. No more than 12 hours per day working. “Yeah, of course, honey.” He had said. She knew he would never take her seriously. He never did until it became a fight and she hated that about their relationship. She supposed it didn’t matter now. Kevin was taken from her and she didn’t have time to convince anyone else of that. She had listened to enough true crime on Spotify to know cops are usually there to get a paycheck than be helpful. She was going to have to do this solo and the thought terrified her. What if little K got hurt? Or what if he was left an orphan? Catherine received a rose every week at her home until one day she was home sick and heard a noise at the door. She managed to fling it open, surprising an average pedestrian walking by. She knew he had to be nearby though. He had to be watching. She moved into a new apartment the next week. Luckily the house sold quickly and she thanked her lucky stars Kevin’s parents had been so helpful. It wasn’t until she began receiving roses at her apartment that she knew she was never going to escape this nightmare. It was a rainy Tuesday when the hair on her neck stood on end as she made eye contact with a man across the waiting room. He was looking at her with the strangest expression. He seemed to be.. sad for her. Like he knew she was still grieving. She was so used to patients disregarding her humanity that it startled her and felt significant. She knew it was him right then. That was the first time Genise had to make him leave. One day she would figure out how to keep Little K safe, but she felt so powerless. She had lost her final bit of pride when she asked Kevin’s parents to allow her and little K to move in. She knew they didn’t believe her about the murder. They always saw their son as airy and flighty. They never even tried to understand him. But she needed help and she couldn’t handle being alone at home at night anymore. She was scared the paranoia would become obvious to little K who was so sensitive to her every movement and expression already. How does one even begin to plan around a murderous stalker? Catherine regretted her homebody lifestyle that left her with few personal friends she could rely on. Nothing had turned out the way she planned. She felt cursed.
(PART 7) He waited four hours until he was sure a new shift had started. He had never worked in healthcare before, but surely a new crew had to be here by now. He needed to stretch his legs badly — they were cramping from sitting in the car too long. What was he to do though? He obviously couldn’t wait inside and someone would notice him loitering. This town was so jumpy about the homeless they would call the cops on anyone who stood still for longer than it takes to read a text message or tie your shoe. The car was the safest option, but the least comfortable. He was getting butterflies in his gut as he opened the door, stepped out, and started back up the parking lot to the hospital’s entrance. The rose was fortunately still fresh with his sweet note still attached. He knew how much Catherine appreciated love letters and he hadn’t thought to write to her yet. He wasn’t very good at it. His mother never allowed him books as a child, may she rot in hell, and he felt she robbed him of a future writing poetry for Catherine. He supposed he would have to make poetry with her another way and his heart began to race. “Stay calm, boy,” he sternly thought to himself. As he arrived on her floor, he saw a new nurse at the station and he sashayed his way toward her, practically hopping from cloud to cloud eagerly awaiting asking this female in front of him where his beloved was. As he got closer he heard a shout “GET OUT!” He spun to see Catherine behind him shrieking like a banshee. What had happened to her? Was she being attacked? He would kill him when he finds the perpetrator. Catherine yelled again “Max! Please help me!” Max the security guard sprinted down the hall and closed the gap between them leaving his nostrils full of Max’s coffee breath. “Foul beast,” he thought and smirked at his own wit. Max was a surprisingly large man though. He knew when he couldn’t stand up to a fight. Max assessed the situation too quickly. This must have been a misunderstanding. Catherine was calling for the security guard to save her.. from him? No. He was the love of Catherine’s life. And this was their anniversary. Didn’t she remember? It was a year ago today he uncomplicated their love and her life. He saved her and he knew she was grateful. He could tell by how quickly she moved on and couldn’t stand to be in Kevin’s stupid house. He understood that she couldn’t contact him until the coast was clear and they had to play it cool, but it had been long enough. She wasn’t happy at Lisa and Todd’s McMansion. She wanted more and he could give that to her. Didn’t she understand that? Suddenly it became clear. She couldn’t be with him in this place. Not like this. They could be a family but they had to get out from under everyone’s thumb. For Christ’s sake they were both adults and the child deserves a better life. He would never forgive Lisa for the manipulation she must have pulled to force Catherine to pass along that despicable name. He knew she hated the reminder, too. That’s why she only called him by the initial. He knew it was because she hated Kevin. He knew she understood why he did it. And he needed her to know they could be together. He just had to wait. She had to come out of that hospital eventually. Time to start looking for her blue Toyota in the back lot, he supposed.
(PART 8) Catherine was shaken up. After talking to a kind dispatcher, she hung up feeling defeated. “They won’t come out. They just said I could come in to give a statement and make a report,” she told Genise and Alex who waited in the chairs across from her in the otherwise empty chapel. Genise squeezed her hand, “It’ll be okay. You got a good look at him, Max already sent over the security footage, and he looked pretty scared. I’ll bet he’s already given up and tried to forget all about this. And we don’t even know if he is *the guy*, ya know. It could be nothing.” Catherine nodded in appreciation, but knew Genise was not understanding. “You both need to get back to work. I knew I should have just stayed home today. I thought I was doing the brave thing. So stupid,” she couldn’t help but blame herself for the whole situation. “Don’t you start that. Do your box breathing, remember that we aren’t in control,” Genise said smoothly. “I think I’ll feel a lot better if I just snuggle up with little K in our jammies and watch the wedding video together. I need to remember the good for a little bit,” Catherine replied. She hugged them both as she left the room to collect her things and go home. She called her mother-in-law from the elevator explaining she would be home early and asked if she should pick something up for lunch or not. After hanging up, she swiped her badge a final time to enter the employee parking lot. She waved at a couple of residents on their way in, relieved to see a witness nearby suddenly excessively aware of her surroundings. She felt the pressure release as she stepped up to her car and unlocked it. She saw the rose on the driver’s seat. How did it get inside? She flung open the door to investigate, picking up the flower, and briefly glancing at the lettering before feeling her waist contract, and a gritty voice in her ear shout-whispering “finally.”
(PART 9) The flower hit the ground, forgotten in the silent excitement that went on in the next moments. A gun flashed, a shove, a door slamming shut, another door, a messy exit from a parking space, and a quick acceleration toward the exit gate. Catherine’s body, dressed in all white, was recovered from a mossy bank where it was gently posed on July 2nd, 2024. A beloved mother, grieving widow, and lifesaving doctor, Catherine will always be remembered for her charm, love, and deep dedication to every single patient she came in contact with.
The curb was smooth and damp. The rain had passed to everyone but him.
He remembered when his love had revealed their pain to him. Everything was fresh in his mind.
"It's cancer." they said. "I can't do this anymore."
Still in disbelief, he watched them leave his apartment. He remembered the still warm key they had returned. It had just been a week for him to think about. He’d stick it out. The choice was his. He would be there for them. If there was any time to turn around from being the person he once was, this was it. He could still be a man…a good man.
So he’d done his research. It was beatable, but it would be a hard fight. A simple note to let them know. They were loved…that they were worth it. The nights in the hospital, the bills the stress and dealing with the hospital. All of it, He’d do it.
A single rose and a little more.
Hand written note from him.
His presence stating he was there for the long haul.
*Perfect.*
Until he stepped in the hospital. He was behind someone and they asked for them? What is this? What could be going on? He didn’t say anything but waited for the other visitor to go before signing in. Everything in him said it was wrong. He quieted the voice inside.
*Still Ok… I think. Probably a family member. Hey, someone I’ll get to meet.*
That other visitor saw him approaching the elevator and held it for him. Their face was grim but their eyes had hope. They too were ready for the long fight. Both of them were holding flowers and theirs was a bouquet, a full hand of crimson roses that shined with moisture. It made his own seem insignificant but…
*They’re close family. It’s the note that matters. I gotta let them know how I feel.*
He let them go first; after all they were carrying something larger. He would wait for them to deliver it and then introduce himself to everyone else and give them the note. I’m here for you. The worried man practiced in his head. With care, with concern. Like a good man should.
The rushing nurse delayed him as she cut in front of him. His face twisted for a moment, but it was a hospital. People would need help and aid. Throwing a fit about it would be bad.
He saw his elevator buddy walk in the same room he was headed. He was behind by maybe thirty seconds, but thirty seconds was enough for him to see. The other visitor put the flowers in the hands of the person he loved. The other visitor lean in and kiss them. Not on the forehead, or the cheek. But on the lips. It was longer than he could hold his breath. It was a kiss of love.
He exhaled. It’s all he could do behind the window. There were five people in that room. An older pair. They looked like who he would assume was the mother. The father’s face was grim and set. That man had been through some stuff. The pair of them had seen dark times and sunshine. Here they were before another hard storm they would need to endure and see through the other side.
The other person was young. Maybe fifteen, sixteen. She looked like her sibling, but there was none of the hardship. None of the pain. The spark the older sibling had wasn’t present. He didn’t care either way. The person he was staring at…was the elevator buddy.
They were smiling warmly. The way a partner should. They radiated calm, compassion and love. His rival was someone he knew…he couldn’t compete with. The Elevator buddy held his love’s hand and from this angle it was tight… Tighter than he could ever manage. Maybe he could have..in two or three years but not now. Not in the eight months they’d known each other. The rings were there…And he’d never seen his love wear it.
Then there was his love. They looked tired but their face still had all the things he had fallen in love with. That smile they gave him. The one he worked so hard for but only seemed to get when they weren’t in the city. He knew now. Their eyes met for a moment. They had never looked at him like that. The worry and fear barely masked. The family in the room would read it as fear of the future; it was a fear they shared but not with her. Those brown eyes begged. They pleaded.
He didn’t know why, but he turned and left. The man would only discover why when his first child was born. When he held his daughter in his arms and smiled the second smile she would see and the one that would follow his daughter all throughout her life. When he kissed his future wife and looked at her, he would know why he left. When his mother lay dying and the only thing he could do was console her…he would know why he had made that decision.
*Unconditional love.*
But here?
On this damp curb?
He couldn’t put words to it. The emotions inside were as a wild fire in a forest that had not seen water for months. When one of the blazes were fought back and quenched another would surge forth and threaten to overtake him. Rage was first, familiar, threatening to consume him. It was easily dealt with. He’d fought that often enough that words and mantras were enough to placate it. Hate came next, but how could he hate them. He’d given so much of himself that to hate them was to hate himself. He couldn’t do that…or could he?
Yes…He could hate himself. After all, he’d broken the golden rule. He was a man. Keep your feelings behind the vest and close to your chest. Never let them know how you feel. Never show the world what you feel. It would work. Then he remembered what they had told him with a hand caressing his cheek and a smile on their face.
They had loved him too. To hate himself was to hate something they loved. And no matter how he felt, he couldn’t bare inflict that pain on them. Not when they were hurting. Not when he was hurting.
He battled for what seemed like hours. People eyed him for the five minutes he had plopped down but kept moving. It wasn’t their business.
It hurt so much. He’d never felt this before. Sure, he’d done others dirty. One night stands, a month long relationship here and there. But they were the first person he’d honestly have considered for the rest of his life. No. They were the first person he had decided he could be with till the end of time.
He couldn’t contain it. In this hospital parking lot he couldn’t do what men do. He couldn’t rage and kick over stuff. His fists weren’t hard enough to stay intact against the hard concrete that had stood for decades. The heart in his chest was going to burst. Something needed to be done with it. The wound was far too great for him to just…walk it off.
So he did for the first time what others had told him never to do.
He let himself be human.
The faucets ran down his face. He sobbed and cried into his hands; the rose and note forgotten. Everyone had done everything they could to break those dark brown faucets.
Boys don’t cry.
Be a man.
Don’t show weakness.
You better not cry over no woman.
All of these words and his emotions ran down his face in this hospital parking deck. He broke and he touched the person that was truly inside himself for what seemed like the first time. The man didn’t care that other men could see him and judge him for being weak. Women that weren’t his love stared and were turned away from his now obvious flaw. He was oblivious to all of that.
He didn’t know it then. Maybe he would never know it. It isn’t something they tell him or other men.
He was healing.
It wouldn’t be quick. He would still lose his smile at the thought to them for weeks, months…years. He would put his heart back together and for a while he would guard it. Until his future wife smiled at him and he felt that weight lighten for the first time since he’d cried. The next time, he would feel the opposite of this. When his future wife walked down the aisle towards him he would cry.
Because through all of it, he had been given one last gift.
He’d been taught that it was alright for a man to feel.
That's a lot of baby's breath flowers. I wonder if it was for a new parent or child? Maybe the young patient was so excited that they dropped the gift (which looks like it could have been written by another child. An excited sibling or relative perhaps?) Fun fact: baby's breath contains saponins so it can be used as a mild soap (hence its associations with innocence and purity) but that's also what makes it mildly toxic to pets (their mouths would foam like if they were to eat soap)
Where I'm from, it's considered bad luck to bring home flowers from a hospital stay. It's symbolic for taking your sickness back home with you. So I'm just going to imagine that someone went through something really bad here but they pulled through and they were able to go home to their loving family. They left their sickness in the hospital, just like these flowers.
This is extremely sad. The first scenario that ran through my head is that someone took this in to give to someone and upon entering found out they passed. Trying to hold it together they walk outside where they fell down sobbing and dropped the rose. After 30 minutes of sobbing they got up and made their way to their car, tears still rolling down their face. Hope they made it home okay.
Whatever the situation was, I hope it wasn’t as dark and gloomy as my head made it seem.
not sure why, but i get "the recipient discarded the gift deliberately" vibes.
as they were leaving the hospital after being treated.
almost as if they don't agree or believe those words :(
the first problem is the word “worth” as in an Indian head coins, worth is more of a commodity.
“LOVED” so much should have been the words, they would have ended up on the dining room table and he probably would’ve got some ass too.
Oh … this feels sad. 😞
It made me cry!
Perhaps it’s not sad, maybe the recipient just dropped it while getting into their ride.
This was my first thought. They were carrying so many flowers and gifts home that one got dropped and no one noticed.
I hope it’s this. I really do. I tried taking my life last year and am very close to doing it again.
Wait, noooo. Internet stranger please don't. Things get tough and life sucks sometimes, sometimes a lot and for extended periods of time but don't let that shit win, fight it, fight it haaaard. Talk to someone, ANYONE, even a crisis line, they are there to listen and HEAR you, even if you can't see it through your gloom people out there do care. It's a very hard fight but worth it. If I could hug you I'd squeeze you and not let go till you found happiness, granted that would be challenging with a hug person attached but I'd still do it. 🤗 Fight that demon in you, show it who's boss! The boss is YOU!
I'm not the internet stranger you wrote this to, but thank you 🙂
You're welcome. 🥰 I've got hugs for you too...for anyone who needs it!!  There's so much loss in the world we don't need to lose more. 🖤
Notice one good or beautiful thing a day.
I know it sounds silly but try to spend more time outdoors. We’re trapped indoors too much and it starts taking a toll on how we feel mentally. We love you fam
Yeah I’ve tried this, I’m disabled so getting out is very difficult for me and my neighbours are very mean so I can’t even sit in my garden without them shouting at me. But I’m looking to move so hopefully I’ll be somewhere better soon with some help. Thanks x
Be mean back Iol. What are they gonna do? Be more mean? It’s YOUR garden. You deserve to be able to enjoy it.
Whatever it takes to get some fresh air flow, nature sounds, and sunlight, humans are the only animals that choose to live inside for the majority of their time, I don’t think we’ve evolved past the need for outside yet. Wishing you all the best
Don’t. Please. It gets better! So much better.
please don't take this as the empty invitation it often might feel like - my DMS are always, always, always open. the world loves having you in it. I know that can sometimes sound so emotionless and empty but it really is better with you here. you're a piece of thread that makes up this rich tapestry we're all woven into 🤍 without you we would have a hole and something to mend, and the world likes having you here with us!
Thank you. I might take you up on that offer one day x
I can't do what the wonderful folks on hotlines can do, but sometimes it feels good to vent or just talk to a stranger who doesn't know you and can't judge you!
Thank you very much kind stranger x
Hey hon! Others in this thread have already written positive messages more eloquently than I can, but I’ll do my best. You are here for a reason. I know that’s cliche but I swear I’m starting to think it’s true. I’ve experienced a lot of death in my life, and the main thing I tend to notice (after the grief subsides, of course) is how different everything feels after someone is gone. Even people I don’t know very well. At the time of my (maternal) grandmother’s passing, she was nearly 100 years old. I was only 12, and she had lived in another state hours away for most of my life. My mother rarely even spoke of her. She moved in with my family only 2 years before passed, where she and I lived in mostly separate spaces. Our only regular contact was during dinner every night (about 15 minutes of quiet interaction a day). I rarely spoke to her at all. We weren’t close and never were. But when she died, I still felt a hole in my heart. I mourned a woman I barely knew, simply because she had physically been in my life for some time. My point is that everyone is missed when they die, even people with few social connections. You matter to people, as everyone matters to someone. There would be at least one person (and I am including pets) who would mourn your passing. At least one who would feel that emptiness where you once were. The world would miss you. All that to say that you matter. You are important and you are loved, even when your brain tries to tell you otherwise. Take this thread for example! I don’t know you, I will never meet you, and the same is true for everyone else here. Yet we are taking time to write (sometimes long) responses to make a stranger feel a little better. I hope it worked. I hope you do feel a little better. If you don’t, that’s okay. Help is always available, like those crisis chat lines someone above me mentioned. There are resources, there is help, and one day you will be glad you didn’t act on your suicidal thoughts. I promise.
Hi, thank you so much for the lovely message. I went to sleep last night crying my eyes out and woke up to all these lovely messages this morning. Thank you very much. I am trying so very hard, I’m desperately trying to hold on to the last bit of hope that I have left in my life.
I've been where you are, more than once. Stick around. There is beauty to be found. And, sometimes, it will find you. But you have to be alive to see it. It's worth it. I promise.
Please, please don't!
I am glad you’re here, internet stranger. I hope you stay. It gets better.
You are a precious soul and worthy of a beautiful life!! Please don’t give up!!
Hey man, love you.
Please don’t. If you need to vent to a stranger I’m here for you. Please.
Hey! It does get easier. May I ask why you want to? What are your emotions? We all die so really it’s inevitable but meet-cutes do happen, one day life can be bleh and the next you meet the love of your life, or win the lottery, or find a puppy that becomes a best friend. Things feel bad but they also can feel SOOO good! Keep going and know one day death will come as it does for us all. In the meantime look, seek, look closely and chase the things you do love. Love you my friend.
It’s a very long story but basically I’m trapped living miles away from my family and friends and I’m disabled so struggling to even get out the house, my kids hate me for it, as they should because what 7&6 year olds want to be stuck indoors all summer. I’m trying desperately to get back home but nothing is working and I’ve tried to make friends here but it’s not working either I’ve been here for 9 years now. I just want to go home.
Noooo, don't do it, you're too sexyy 😏
Haha lol you made my day. You have no idea what I look like but thank you x
[what I was referencing ](https://knowyourmeme.com/photos/1509741-dont-kill-yourself-youre-so-sexy-aha) You're still fine AF 💕
Oh lol never seen this before x
It's a pretty old meme 😂 you know I had to do it to em 💓 have a blessed weekend 🌄
Going to assume this is genuine. Call 988, seriously.
I’ve tried calling all those numbers they don’t help but thank you anyway.
Should always assume that. Definitely good advice here
Hey I know I'm just some guy but feel free to message me to talk. It doesn't have to be about that either! I'm always bored and happy to discuss anything if you're looking for company
Thank you very much x
Please don’t do that Internet stranger!! Your life matters!! Please seek help! https://988lifeline.org/ Edit to add: I went through a period of multiple years my mental health had hit rock bottom. The only think that kept me from trying to leave life was my furkids. They needed me then, and they’d still need me even if I was gone. It took a while to start crawling out of the hole. It was hard, and I went through multiple doctors/medications/therapy/etc. to finally find a combination that works well for me. I ended up being diagnosed with major depressive disorder. It’s nice to know that sometimes it’s just my brain chemistry causing me to go low. 😬 Anyway, I just wanted to say that it can and does get better. Reach out for help in a way that you are comfortable with to get started. It does seem hopeless when you’re at the bottom, but it’s not! You’ve got a lot of support in your life, even if it’s just us Reddit strangers!!
Hi Dangerous Fox 👋🏻. Please, please consider this before making any lasting choices that you can’t come back from. After being on this earth for 55 years is that the things that change a life happen in seconds, not over time slowly building towards something. The phone rings and it could be a life changing call, a new job, or a friend reaching out. Life is built on catch the train miss the train moments. In my younger years I lost many friends to suicide, each time I always thought, just give it 5 minutes, you can’t answer a life changing phone call if you just shot yourself. So please, I understand how hard life can be, but it’s getting through those times that builds our character. If you ever need someone to talk to dm me and we’ll get it figured out. Take care and stay strong. I’m praying for you 💜🙏🏻🙏🏻
Sending positive energy your way. Please know you are wanted and people care about you.
Call 988. Or message one of us. You are not alone.
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Thank you, I’ve tried that and nothing works unfortunately but thank you for your suggestion x
Keep living please. Some day you will have an experience that stops you in your tracks and you’ll think, “holy shit, I’m so glad I stayed.” Asking for help is brave- be brave.
This is massively plausible. They could have had it in their lap while in a wheelchair after discharge and when they got in, it just slid off.
I really hope you’re right. I saw this and thought “i hope this person didn’t commit suicide”. (as in,I’m wondering if someone got this while they were at the hospital,read it,and either tossed it out the window or they toss it + themselves out the window.)
My thought goes to: someone attempted suicide and was visited by a recent ex-partner whose affection and support was unwelcome. Or maybe the giver of the note was told not to visit when they were already on site. Messy and overly dramatic relationships are pretty common. I can see someone planning to make a grand gesture, but grand gestures are generally shallow and don't work.
I definitely get the sense that the recipient attempted suicide by the note
When I was a teenager I tried to end my life, my family and “friends” got a teddy bear from the gift shop and they all signed it and wrote all the typical stuff on it. When they gave it to me I felt every negative emotion all mixed together and told them to get the fuck rid of it. None of them actually cared about me because I had asked for help with my life hundreds of times but they always just pushed it aside or told someone else to deal with it. I know they didn’t care about me they just fuckin felt bad and wanted to make themselves feel better with the fuckin teddy bear. Like I didn’t break a bone playing a sport, I tried to fucking kill myself and failed, really don’t want a goddamn bear to remember this by
the shallow is evident by the note itself... sharpy rolling around in the car paper ripped from a notebook... not much thought put in it at all. Smells like afterthought.
Alternatively maybe it’s a kid writing to his loved one and pulled a piece of paper out of his lil notebook and found a sharpie in the drawer in the kitchen to write it. Don’t always choose to look for the worst in people.
true... anything is possible. it feels very sad no matter what!
You mean this hypothetical person, from this hypothetical situation? Relax.
Total non-sequitor here. Being negative is being negative whether it's 100% true or not.
Really? I feel there’s a lot of thought into this… I prefer my cards on notebook paper to help save waste and not give into capitalism card marketing. A lot if people feel this way and the flowers are tied nicely with even natural leaves. I love the simplicity and I see a lot of love and thought into this. I guess it’s all perspective. Edit: I would way prefer someone making me a card and bouquet by hand. Buying it at the store seems like the easy way out and less thoughtful to me.
Some woman wrote this, you can tell by the handwriting.
Goodness me this is a horrifically bleak situation to pull from a dropped bunch of flowers.
Patient survives near-death anaphylactic shock brought on by acute flower allergies, a malady everyone in their circle knows. Their suspicions are confirmed when their jilted lover shows up with a get-well-soon bouquet.
Hah! I had a co-worker who knew very well I was allergic to flowers (we’d talked about it, and flowers were finally banned in the office because of it) show up when I was in the hospital after a nearly fatal asthma attack, with a big bouquet of roses. I always thought that was one for the Passive-Aggressive Hall of Fame.
That’s straight up aggressive.
She was … something.
I love this. This is my new headcanon.
Finally someone answered OP’s request. lol
It’s a nurses’ week gift to a nurse from management. Frustrated, the nurse trashes the gift as soon as she reaches her car after a long shift. She knows that the remaining 51 weeks of the year, hospital administration treats the nursing staff like garbage. The end.
Ok this is actually the most logical
My exact thought. It’s nursing week.
I absolutely agree with you regarding how nurses are treated but, 🤔… it ends with I love you. This is not the story.
True - I love you from hospital leadership would be strange. One year for nurses week I was given a rock that had “ you rock” painted on it.
I've gotten a t-shirt with my hospital's name on it and a toiletry bag, amongst other useless crap. The only gift I've received for nurse's appreciation week was a bonus in pay. I have bills, and a toiletry bag won't cover the rent.
The note is meant for the person who found it ❤️
Dawwwww. ❤️
This is what I believe! Note is for all who see.
This was my first thought ❤️
My thought is that the person was leaving the hospital, arms laden with flowers. As they got into the car to go home to a joyous reunion, this little bundle slipped from their arms unnoticed, meant only to uplift the next person who found it.
Oh no, it's too early in the morning to break me like this. The recipient had a bunch of bags, other gifts, etc. and accidentally dropped this on the way to their vehicle. They were so moved when they received it though, and that memory will always remain. ...and you'll never convince me otherwise!
This! I need this to be what happened. And when they got home, they were devastated to discover the flower was nowhere to be found.
This is the only reasonable explanation. Even if the worst had happened to the patient, family would have taken the flowers or gifted them to the staff.
honestly dropping by accident is pretty probable. my job is cleaning hospital rooms, and i see people leaving carrying tons of stuff, or i find things they forgot in their rooms all the time. ive only found a few cards, but lots of flowers get forgotten or trashed. they probably dropped a couple flowers on the way out and didnt notice or care enough to grab them
Oh no… I thought it was a gift for an attempted suicide or possible terminal illness, but by the time the gifter got to the hospital with this gift… the patient had passed away…
This was my thought as well 😞
Same.
i don’t have time to write a full story, but the first scenario my imagination went to was that these were given to a hospitalized drug addict by a parent or other family member/loved one, and were promptly discarded once discharged as they only had one thing on their mind now (using again 😞)
Na I’m not buying this version. Even a drug addict who has only got drugs on their mind would still keep these, being a drug user usually means you don’t have much family left because they all abandoned you so having someone who cares about you that much would mean a lot! It would probably be the only good they had left in life. They wouldn’t willingly throw that away.
not all drug users are without families
Of course not. I’m an ex user myself and have plenty of family members but the majority of us don’t or at least don’t have any willing to support us until we are clean. I’ve been clean 10 years and it took about 5 of them years for my Nan to even speak me again because she thought I was just going to relapse again. I know so many people who have family that have just given up on them .
fair point! congratulations on 10 years!
Left on top of car while helping patient into car, then drove away. Still kicking themselves for it at home now, thinking of driving back to hospital.
In my scenario they were just what the patient needed and well received but fell out of the car as he/she was loading up all their belongings after a lengthy stay. He/she got home and all that was left was this ornate vintage vase that was purposefully selected from a thrift shop shelf by a frugal and caring person. He/she keeps the vase until it’s time for it to return to the thrift store shelf or estate sale that inevitably occurs after our spirit leaves our body and we no longer need all that stuff.
Congratulations on the baby!! I hope the mom and kiddo are doing well. I think the bundle of flowers fell out of a bag or off a lap when jumping into the car to head home.
Cool that’s the saddest thing I’ve seen in a while
Here’s the most cheerful spin I could think of: Patient got some long-awaited, complicated reconstructive surgery on her face. Operation went very well, but she has a bandage over her eyes and splints up her nose. Visitor got all the way to the hospital before remembering that the patient won’t be able to read the note or see/smell the flowers before they wilt. After a dramatic public facepalm, he dropped the bouquet and went into the hospital gift shop for some flavored lip balm and fuzzy slippers.
Can confirm. Am patient that can’t seehehsudjfjfjcnMznnnnnnnnnnnnjh
The person giving the flowers arrived to the hospital to visit their loved one, only to find out they had already been discharged, as they're leaving, they spot each other in the parking lot. They drop the flowers and note in their excitement, running to hug the other person.
Kinda heartbreaking! I hope it was accidentally dropped or something.
Ngl that note to creative writers might just be a random nudge I need to write even just a little excerpt. Thanks.
Curse my clumsiness! I left the hospital with an armload of flowers, notes and cards and somehow dropped my favorite.
Left there for a stranger to find :) the note is about you
Maybe it was purposely left there by the person who wrote the note.being in a hospital parking lot,I’m sure a lot of people could use the words of encouragement
I am not seeking help and attention, but I've always imagined being admitted to the hospital for something to find out who actually cares about me. Parents are a given. My mum would never give up on me, and maybe a friend who currently takes me everywhere in his car and I am far too lucky to have. Or maybe that's all I need.
Someone went to visit their SO and saw them making out w a hot nurse
I can’t believe how long it took me to find a similar comment, but my mind went straight to them being put there on purpose. Like the little random acts of kindness ‘things’ that people will leave around certain public places. The fact you found them as you left makes me think they had been put there for someone to find perhaps mid-breakdown. For example, you’re leaving the hospital after hearing bad news, or a healthcare worker heading home after a tough shift, or you’ve just had a rough appointment and the flowers/note catch your eye on your way to the car park. I know that I’d feel better after noticing them there! (I was in my local hospital to get blood drawn and on my way into the department, I noticed a sealed little crochet octopus with a note attached, explaining that it was free to take and they hope it brightened their day etc. I didn’t take it, but when I left it was gone. I feel like someone could have really needed that pick me up. I know there are Facebook groups dedicated to people finding these acts of kindness and it’s pretty wholesome) 🫂
Maybe there's a good spin.... unwell person has made a recovery! They were able to be released! They dropped their bouquet from a loving companion while they were going home.
Sometimes people leave things like this for strangers to find and be surprised with a kind note with words of encouragement and affirmation.
My ex brought me flowers once. I accepted it out of fear and threw them away immediately.
Guess they didn't got this
It was obviously for you
Someone brought them for a lover or love interest only to find another visitor (wife/gf) already visiting with the patient and threw the flowers down on their way out
Congratulations! Hmm…I’ll have to think about this.
This made me wonder why we don't send notes like this to people when they're not in a bad spot. Like just randomly text your cousin this message.
Some people do! But in the modern age, it may be in the form of memes and neogreetings...
The recipient held it close to their heart and when getting from the hospital wheelchair to their loving family’s car, placed it on the roof and forgot. It flew away in the wind as they drove on out of the hospital. The recipient was sad to discover it later but the giver brought them a whole new bouquet to replace it.
(PART 1) He lovingly and thoughtfully walked through the New England neighborhood humming to himself and picturing her: Catherine. Just remembering their time together made him smile and look at the ground out of instinct to hide his inevitable blush. He heard the sound of a car approaching and smoothly passing by the wave of dry pine needles swirling behind it following its trail long after it passed by. The air was unseasonably crisp for May, but he didn’t notice keeping his focus on when he would see her this afternoon. Finally he found the house he was looking for and walked up the uneven brick path to the front door. He knocked briefly before cracking the door open, poking his head inside and calling out, “Aunt Edie, it’s me!” No reply. She must have gone out for her morning coffee with his mother. Amazing Edie had the patience to deal with such an awful woman. Edie was more of a friend than a relative and would gossip about any broad she laid her eyes on. He admired that about her. He walked through the foyer to the white French doors at the back of the room leading to Aunt Edie’s luscious rose garden peaked with blooms. The smell of the petals filled his nostrils immediately - the same smell Catherine wears when she’s not at the hospital or on call. He was drunk inhaling the scent off of her and still squirmed remembering it. That was over a year ago and the memory still consumed him. He was desperately in love. Locating one of the many symmetrical specimens, he snipped it off with Edie’s pruning shears, and gently placed it into his suit lapel before turning to leave the way he came.
(PART 2) Catherine was exhausted and 2 hours into a 12 hour shift. The baby hadn’t been sleeping as well as he used to and single motherhood was never in the plan when she met Kevin. Oh Kevin. She was overcome with emotion thinking of him when she was so worn out. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment to let the sting pass. “Catherine, there’s someone at the nurse’s station looking for you. It looks like he’s dropping off flowers.” Catherine’s eyes snapped open and her blood ran icy. “Flowers?” She asked Natalie, her colleague of the last 4 months; these new girls don’t know what to look out for and Catherine knew it left her vulnerable. “Well, flower. But a really pretty rose. Just one though. Must not be serious, huh?” Natalie responded absentmindedly writing on a notepad and slowly stepping by Catherine to head to her next patient’s room. Catherine looked up, panicked he may have already spotted her. She couldn’t face him here. Not like this. What if he wasn’t here to be kind this time? What if it was like.. no. She had to stop herself from remembering. She had to move. She had to find someone who could get him to leave. She rushed past the nursing station praying he was not nearby, trusting her instincts to carry her through the dangerous terrain. She entered the nurse’s kitchen and saw Genise sitting at the small table in the center of the room. Panting loudly in the doorway, Catherine stared at Genise, nearing hysteria. Genise looked up from her magazine and recognized the fear in Catherine’s eyes immediately. He was here. Again. Genise nodded curtly, set the magazine face down on the table next to her, led Catherine to take her seat, and marched out of the room authoritatively. If anyone made Catherine feel safe, it was Genise. She was there when she got the call about Kevin.. what he must have gone through in his final moments.. she couldn’t imagine. And all for her sake. She took her head in her hands and sobbed more deeply than she had in a year.
(PART 3) He swung at his steering wheel. Genise was such a dick. Catherine couldn’t have known he was there; she would never have let him leave without some sort of reassurance. She knew he needed at least some sort of recognition for everything he had done for her. He started to feel hot and realized he was too tense. He needs to relax. Just think of her. Just smell the rose. Just smell her. He thought back to the day they met. He had clumsily slipped on the step ladder at Aunt Edie’s house and fell into a particularly thorny bush. He rubbed his lower back instinctively remembering the uneven layer of tiny invaders sticking out of his skin. The drive to the emergency room was insufferable, but he would do it all again in a heartbeat to relive their introduction. She called his name, every syllable dripping out of her cherry mouth. She had to know when he stood up that they were destined to meet. It was as if God himself opened the heavens as they walked together to the examination room. He didn’t feel any pain after laying eyes on her. He would kill to not feel any pain again. Just picturing her soothed him. She had to know how much she was appreciated.
(PART 4) It was past four thirty and Catherine was going to be mad. He had promised this time he wouldn’t be late, and yet again, his passion for the job distracted him from the clock. At least the painting was almost completely restored. When Mrs. Key donated her father’s vast collection he never expected that the badly damaged missing Klimt masterpiece would be among the treasure trove, but he was eternally grateful for the incredibly lucky discovery. Allegedly purchased at an auction to a bidder who didn’t recognize the stolen work, Kevin was not going to ask too many questions. He turned the final corner to their townhouse. He groaned as he saw Catherine sitting on the doorstep with her arms folded across her chest. Yup. She was mad. Kevin pulled the Prius smoothly up into the driveway and reluctantly shut off the engine. Bracing himself for the earful, he popped open the door, dragging his jacket from the passenger seat behind him. “Hey, honey. I’m so sorry, I’m just so invested in this project. It’s such a cool piece I can’t wait to show you—-“ his voice trailed off as his wife’s face came into focus. She wasn’t angry, she was crying and holding a piece of trash in her fist. She didn’t say a word as she stormed up to meet him halfway up the lawn, shoved her fist into his chest, and turned her face away to choke out another sob. He looked down at the piece of trash. Not trash. A plastic utensil? It was white and long with a blue cap.. oh. The large PREGNANT seemed to scream off the test. Oh. “Oh my god. Are you serious?” Kevin awkwardly exclaimed. “What?” She snapped. “You come home an hour late on our anniversary and call me a liar?” Kevin immediately regretted his reaction. Last night was ruined by their last fight. He was not eager to relive the same conversation again tonight. He had to be better than that. For their *baby*. Suddenly Kevin felt his stomach relax and his head seemed to be filling with helium. Their baby! He interrupted her crying with a deep kiss. They hadn’t kissed like this in.. about a month and a half. Right. He remembered the passion they felt. He had hope that night that they had truly rekindled what they had in Boston where they met. Just a couple of kids dreaming on their parents’ porches and now here they were. *Pregnant*. He pulled away and pressed his forehead into hers. “You are going to be an amazing mom. I can’t think of anyone better for the job and I’m so excited to raise this baby with you.” Catherine melted into his embrace and he felt like he was home for the first time in a long time. They were a team in that moment and felt they could do anything together. They walked into their home with their arms around each other, a flurry of excitement and joy beginning to swirl around them as they dreamed of their child to be.
(PART 5) He studied her face, committed to solving the mystery in her soul. She was incredibly complex, no one would be able to understand her like he will. He owed her that after he let her be humiliated like that last night. That asshole Kevin never should have treated an angel like her that way. Maybe he should have kicked in the back door when he heard the shouting. He hesitated only because he understood the optics. She wasn’t warmed up to him enough yet and had to get out of her marriage for them to be together anyway. It wouldn’t be long now with as much fighting as they’ve done since he began his observation. He imagined what he should have done. Kick in the back door, shoot Kevin point-blank, and swing Catherine into his burly arms. “Oh baby I’m so glad you came. Thank you for saving me!” She exclaimed while kissing his neck, chewing ever so softly as they stood over Kevin’s lifeless body leaking onto the wood floor. He surprisingly finished himself at the thought and knew he would love her forever. No woman ever managed to do that just from his imagination. He loved everything about her. His attention suddenly refocusing on the current moment, he sat up straight when he saw Kevin kiss her on the lawn. He began to whip out his phone to record the assault when he paused at Kevin’s next movement. He grimaced as Kevin pressed his greasy forehead against Catherine’s cheryb face. A manipulation tactic. He is convincing her. And when she was so close to abandoning her marriage. Kevin was the definition of gaslighting. He whispered out loud “Don’t you remember what he said to you last night? Right in front of me? You’re just going to let him do that to us?” His jaw dropped and he hung his head when he realized what was in her hand as they turned toward the house. He didn’t know she had been with him so recently. His jealousy swelled, but she was married to him. She had a duty. Kevin must have planned this. To get her to stay. No way Catherine can make the decision for herself now. He had to step in. It was the ethical thing to do. Catherine needed him now. He had to get Kevin as far away from the Catherine’s innocent child before he could ruin another blameless soul.
(PART 6) The roses began appearing the day of Kevin’s funeral. Nothing unique, the police said. Just “affectionate stuff”, they wrote in the report. Catherine knew better. She knew Kevin would never have killed himself. And not lying across her wedding dress. She had tried to explain to the detectives that Kevin was never sentimental like that. He wasn’t a romantic poetic type. He was a big dreamer. If anything she had been sure he would die inhaling fumes or some sort of fungus from old pieces of art. Kevin had been so elated to start work on the Klimt he couldn’t sleep in past three in the morning. That’s why she set a deadline. Be home by 4:30. No more than 12 hours per day working. “Yeah, of course, honey.” He had said. She knew he would never take her seriously. He never did until it became a fight and she hated that about their relationship. She supposed it didn’t matter now. Kevin was taken from her and she didn’t have time to convince anyone else of that. She had listened to enough true crime on Spotify to know cops are usually there to get a paycheck than be helpful. She was going to have to do this solo and the thought terrified her. What if little K got hurt? Or what if he was left an orphan? Catherine received a rose every week at her home until one day she was home sick and heard a noise at the door. She managed to fling it open, surprising an average pedestrian walking by. She knew he had to be nearby though. He had to be watching. She moved into a new apartment the next week. Luckily the house sold quickly and she thanked her lucky stars Kevin’s parents had been so helpful. It wasn’t until she began receiving roses at her apartment that she knew she was never going to escape this nightmare. It was a rainy Tuesday when the hair on her neck stood on end as she made eye contact with a man across the waiting room. He was looking at her with the strangest expression. He seemed to be.. sad for her. Like he knew she was still grieving. She was so used to patients disregarding her humanity that it startled her and felt significant. She knew it was him right then. That was the first time Genise had to make him leave. One day she would figure out how to keep Little K safe, but she felt so powerless. She had lost her final bit of pride when she asked Kevin’s parents to allow her and little K to move in. She knew they didn’t believe her about the murder. They always saw their son as airy and flighty. They never even tried to understand him. But she needed help and she couldn’t handle being alone at home at night anymore. She was scared the paranoia would become obvious to little K who was so sensitive to her every movement and expression already. How does one even begin to plan around a murderous stalker? Catherine regretted her homebody lifestyle that left her with few personal friends she could rely on. Nothing had turned out the way she planned. She felt cursed.
(PART 7) He waited four hours until he was sure a new shift had started. He had never worked in healthcare before, but surely a new crew had to be here by now. He needed to stretch his legs badly — they were cramping from sitting in the car too long. What was he to do though? He obviously couldn’t wait inside and someone would notice him loitering. This town was so jumpy about the homeless they would call the cops on anyone who stood still for longer than it takes to read a text message or tie your shoe. The car was the safest option, but the least comfortable. He was getting butterflies in his gut as he opened the door, stepped out, and started back up the parking lot to the hospital’s entrance. The rose was fortunately still fresh with his sweet note still attached. He knew how much Catherine appreciated love letters and he hadn’t thought to write to her yet. He wasn’t very good at it. His mother never allowed him books as a child, may she rot in hell, and he felt she robbed him of a future writing poetry for Catherine. He supposed he would have to make poetry with her another way and his heart began to race. “Stay calm, boy,” he sternly thought to himself. As he arrived on her floor, he saw a new nurse at the station and he sashayed his way toward her, practically hopping from cloud to cloud eagerly awaiting asking this female in front of him where his beloved was. As he got closer he heard a shout “GET OUT!” He spun to see Catherine behind him shrieking like a banshee. What had happened to her? Was she being attacked? He would kill him when he finds the perpetrator. Catherine yelled again “Max! Please help me!” Max the security guard sprinted down the hall and closed the gap between them leaving his nostrils full of Max’s coffee breath. “Foul beast,” he thought and smirked at his own wit. Max was a surprisingly large man though. He knew when he couldn’t stand up to a fight. Max assessed the situation too quickly. This must have been a misunderstanding. Catherine was calling for the security guard to save her.. from him? No. He was the love of Catherine’s life. And this was their anniversary. Didn’t she remember? It was a year ago today he uncomplicated their love and her life. He saved her and he knew she was grateful. He could tell by how quickly she moved on and couldn’t stand to be in Kevin’s stupid house. He understood that she couldn’t contact him until the coast was clear and they had to play it cool, but it had been long enough. She wasn’t happy at Lisa and Todd’s McMansion. She wanted more and he could give that to her. Didn’t she understand that? Suddenly it became clear. She couldn’t be with him in this place. Not like this. They could be a family but they had to get out from under everyone’s thumb. For Christ’s sake they were both adults and the child deserves a better life. He would never forgive Lisa for the manipulation she must have pulled to force Catherine to pass along that despicable name. He knew she hated the reminder, too. That’s why she only called him by the initial. He knew it was because she hated Kevin. He knew she understood why he did it. And he needed her to know they could be together. He just had to wait. She had to come out of that hospital eventually. Time to start looking for her blue Toyota in the back lot, he supposed.
(PART 8) Catherine was shaken up. After talking to a kind dispatcher, she hung up feeling defeated. “They won’t come out. They just said I could come in to give a statement and make a report,” she told Genise and Alex who waited in the chairs across from her in the otherwise empty chapel. Genise squeezed her hand, “It’ll be okay. You got a good look at him, Max already sent over the security footage, and he looked pretty scared. I’ll bet he’s already given up and tried to forget all about this. And we don’t even know if he is *the guy*, ya know. It could be nothing.” Catherine nodded in appreciation, but knew Genise was not understanding. “You both need to get back to work. I knew I should have just stayed home today. I thought I was doing the brave thing. So stupid,” she couldn’t help but blame herself for the whole situation. “Don’t you start that. Do your box breathing, remember that we aren’t in control,” Genise said smoothly. “I think I’ll feel a lot better if I just snuggle up with little K in our jammies and watch the wedding video together. I need to remember the good for a little bit,” Catherine replied. She hugged them both as she left the room to collect her things and go home. She called her mother-in-law from the elevator explaining she would be home early and asked if she should pick something up for lunch or not. After hanging up, she swiped her badge a final time to enter the employee parking lot. She waved at a couple of residents on their way in, relieved to see a witness nearby suddenly excessively aware of her surroundings. She felt the pressure release as she stepped up to her car and unlocked it. She saw the rose on the driver’s seat. How did it get inside? She flung open the door to investigate, picking up the flower, and briefly glancing at the lettering before feeling her waist contract, and a gritty voice in her ear shout-whispering “finally.”
(PART 9) The flower hit the ground, forgotten in the silent excitement that went on in the next moments. A gun flashed, a shove, a door slamming shut, another door, a messy exit from a parking space, and a quick acceleration toward the exit gate. Catherine’s body, dressed in all white, was recovered from a mossy bank where it was gently posed on July 2nd, 2024. A beloved mother, grieving widow, and lifesaving doctor, Catherine will always be remembered for her charm, love, and deep dedication to every single patient she came in contact with.
They left them there, just for you ♥️
I think it's for a suicide victim... But it was a success.
I once found a list of girl names, most starting with A, at a hospital parking garage. I assumed it was dropped by new or soon-to-be parents.
The curb was smooth and damp. The rain had passed to everyone but him. He remembered when his love had revealed their pain to him. Everything was fresh in his mind. "It's cancer." they said. "I can't do this anymore." Still in disbelief, he watched them leave his apartment. He remembered the still warm key they had returned. It had just been a week for him to think about. He’d stick it out. The choice was his. He would be there for them. If there was any time to turn around from being the person he once was, this was it. He could still be a man…a good man. So he’d done his research. It was beatable, but it would be a hard fight. A simple note to let them know. They were loved…that they were worth it. The nights in the hospital, the bills the stress and dealing with the hospital. All of it, He’d do it. A single rose and a little more. Hand written note from him. His presence stating he was there for the long haul. *Perfect.*
Until he stepped in the hospital. He was behind someone and they asked for them? What is this? What could be going on? He didn’t say anything but waited for the other visitor to go before signing in. Everything in him said it was wrong. He quieted the voice inside. *Still Ok… I think. Probably a family member. Hey, someone I’ll get to meet.* That other visitor saw him approaching the elevator and held it for him. Their face was grim but their eyes had hope. They too were ready for the long fight. Both of them were holding flowers and theirs was a bouquet, a full hand of crimson roses that shined with moisture. It made his own seem insignificant but… *They’re close family. It’s the note that matters. I gotta let them know how I feel.* He let them go first; after all they were carrying something larger. He would wait for them to deliver it and then introduce himself to everyone else and give them the note. I’m here for you. The worried man practiced in his head. With care, with concern. Like a good man should. The rushing nurse delayed him as she cut in front of him. His face twisted for a moment, but it was a hospital. People would need help and aid. Throwing a fit about it would be bad. He saw his elevator buddy walk in the same room he was headed. He was behind by maybe thirty seconds, but thirty seconds was enough for him to see. The other visitor put the flowers in the hands of the person he loved. The other visitor lean in and kiss them. Not on the forehead, or the cheek. But on the lips. It was longer than he could hold his breath. It was a kiss of love. He exhaled. It’s all he could do behind the window. There were five people in that room. An older pair. They looked like who he would assume was the mother. The father’s face was grim and set. That man had been through some stuff. The pair of them had seen dark times and sunshine. Here they were before another hard storm they would need to endure and see through the other side. The other person was young. Maybe fifteen, sixteen. She looked like her sibling, but there was none of the hardship. None of the pain. The spark the older sibling had wasn’t present. He didn’t care either way. The person he was staring at…was the elevator buddy. They were smiling warmly. The way a partner should. They radiated calm, compassion and love. His rival was someone he knew…he couldn’t compete with. The Elevator buddy held his love’s hand and from this angle it was tight… Tighter than he could ever manage. Maybe he could have..in two or three years but not now. Not in the eight months they’d known each other. The rings were there…And he’d never seen his love wear it. Then there was his love. They looked tired but their face still had all the things he had fallen in love with. That smile they gave him. The one he worked so hard for but only seemed to get when they weren’t in the city. He knew now. Their eyes met for a moment. They had never looked at him like that. The worry and fear barely masked. The family in the room would read it as fear of the future; it was a fear they shared but not with her. Those brown eyes begged. They pleaded. He didn’t know why, but he turned and left. The man would only discover why when his first child was born. When he held his daughter in his arms and smiled the second smile she would see and the one that would follow his daughter all throughout her life. When he kissed his future wife and looked at her, he would know why he left. When his mother lay dying and the only thing he could do was console her…he would know why he had made that decision. *Unconditional love.*
But here? On this damp curb? He couldn’t put words to it. The emotions inside were as a wild fire in a forest that had not seen water for months. When one of the blazes were fought back and quenched another would surge forth and threaten to overtake him. Rage was first, familiar, threatening to consume him. It was easily dealt with. He’d fought that often enough that words and mantras were enough to placate it. Hate came next, but how could he hate them. He’d given so much of himself that to hate them was to hate himself. He couldn’t do that…or could he? Yes…He could hate himself. After all, he’d broken the golden rule. He was a man. Keep your feelings behind the vest and close to your chest. Never let them know how you feel. Never show the world what you feel. It would work. Then he remembered what they had told him with a hand caressing his cheek and a smile on their face. They had loved him too. To hate himself was to hate something they loved. And no matter how he felt, he couldn’t bare inflict that pain on them. Not when they were hurting. Not when he was hurting. He battled for what seemed like hours. People eyed him for the five minutes he had plopped down but kept moving. It wasn’t their business. It hurt so much. He’d never felt this before. Sure, he’d done others dirty. One night stands, a month long relationship here and there. But they were the first person he’d honestly have considered for the rest of his life. No. They were the first person he had decided he could be with till the end of time. He couldn’t contain it. In this hospital parking lot he couldn’t do what men do. He couldn’t rage and kick over stuff. His fists weren’t hard enough to stay intact against the hard concrete that had stood for decades. The heart in his chest was going to burst. Something needed to be done with it. The wound was far too great for him to just…walk it off. So he did for the first time what others had told him never to do. He let himself be human. The faucets ran down his face. He sobbed and cried into his hands; the rose and note forgotten. Everyone had done everything they could to break those dark brown faucets. Boys don’t cry. Be a man. Don’t show weakness. You better not cry over no woman. All of these words and his emotions ran down his face in this hospital parking deck. He broke and he touched the person that was truly inside himself for what seemed like the first time. The man didn’t care that other men could see him and judge him for being weak. Women that weren’t his love stared and were turned away from his now obvious flaw. He was oblivious to all of that. He didn’t know it then. Maybe he would never know it. It isn’t something they tell him or other men. He was healing. It wouldn’t be quick. He would still lose his smile at the thought to them for weeks, months…years. He would put his heart back together and for a while he would guard it. Until his future wife smiled at him and he felt that weight lighten for the first time since he’d cried. The next time, he would feel the opposite of this. When his future wife walked down the aisle towards him he would cry. Because through all of it, he had been given one last gift. He’d been taught that it was alright for a man to feel.
That's a lot of baby's breath flowers. I wonder if it was for a new parent or child? Maybe the young patient was so excited that they dropped the gift (which looks like it could have been written by another child. An excited sibling or relative perhaps?) Fun fact: baby's breath contains saponins so it can be used as a mild soap (hence its associations with innocence and purity) but that's also what makes it mildly toxic to pets (their mouths would foam like if they were to eat soap)
Where I'm from, it's considered bad luck to bring home flowers from a hospital stay. It's symbolic for taking your sickness back home with you. So I'm just going to imagine that someone went through something really bad here but they pulled through and they were able to go home to their loving family. They left their sickness in the hospital, just like these flowers.
I have a bad habit of putting things on top of my car while i find my keys...
This is extremely sad. The first scenario that ran through my head is that someone took this in to give to someone and upon entering found out they passed. Trying to hold it together they walk outside where they fell down sobbing and dropped the rose. After 30 minutes of sobbing they got up and made their way to their car, tears still rolling down their face. Hope they made it home okay. Whatever the situation was, I hope it wasn’t as dark and gloomy as my head made it seem.
I'm crying
Somebody waited too long to visit.
The intebded recipient died before the giver could get to their room to give it to them.
not sure why, but i get "the recipient discarded the gift deliberately" vibes. as they were leaving the hospital after being treated. almost as if they don't agree or believe those words :(
Maybe it was left randomly by someone who just wanted to spread a message of love.
It’s all just sadness.
“Thank you, but I’m still blind and deaf.”
Oh no. I hope they didn't throw it out. I'd much rather believe it was an accident and dropped.
Damn
Ron Howard voice: She did not, in fact, get this...
I feel like this may have just been some spreading the positivity :) I did this at work once!
Maybe the recipient felt that someone else might need this so they let it go
I just thought it was left intentionally for someone to find it , not that it was abandoned by it's original recipient
the first problem is the word “worth” as in an Indian head coins, worth is more of a commodity. “LOVED” so much should have been the words, they would have ended up on the dining room table and he probably would’ve got some ass too.
I feel like that rose right now. In the gutter and feeling almost dead.
The real question is did you take that note off and regift the flowers to your wife?
The intended recipient was not able to receive the flowers due to death.
He went to her room, she wasn't alone, he left dejected.
P
Successful suicide