My brother disappeared a year ago, and the uncertainty has been the hardest part. He wasn\u2019t declared dead\u2014just missing. Living without answers felt like being trapped in a grief that never ends, caught between hope and heartbreak every single day.<\/p>\n
One week, my therapist encouraged me to do something beautiful for myself, so I visited a flower shop. When the florist asked what the flowers were for, I said, \u201cFor nothing.\u201d She smiled and replied, \u201cFlowers are always for something.\u201d That\u2019s when I admitted that I didn\u2019t know if my brother was alive.<\/p>\n
The florist paused and asked for his name. After I told her, she softly repeated it and then arranged a bouquet without asking any more questions. As she handed it to me, she said, \u201cThese are for him. Not for you. So that someone said his name and meant it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Since then, I\u2019ve placed fresh flowers on my windowsill every week in his honor. Each arrangement includes the same small white flower at its center. I\u2019ve never told the florist that it was my brother\u2019s favorite flower, and somehow, I\u2019ve chosen not to ask how she knew.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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