Sweet Daffodils

Last night after FHE, Kim and I went for a walk.  Kim seemed to have a plan and when we came near the cemetery, he indicated he wanted to go see Bryce's grave.  I was anxious to get in a good walk but followed. 
Last Fast Meeting I had talked about the daffodils in our yard.  They were a sweet reminder to me of the resurrection.  My friend Tammy brought me bulbs the fall following Bryce's death.  I was excited to see them in the Spring and have enjoyed them the past two seasons. 
We were surprised to come to Bryce's headstone and see daffodils.  Kim lifted up the vase and there was a note on the plate under the vase.  I just stared.  I slowly walked away after that wondering who would put the flowers there.  My daffodils have long since faded in the yard.  I have found that it really means a lot to me when others talk about Bryce, tell me things that they remember, and are patient when I go on and on about something Bryce said or did.  I thought that time would heal this heart but I am beginning to think the hole is permanent.  That's okay because the Lord has filled that hole with sweet moments just like last night.