Remembrance
She didn't forget, and she didn't want others to, either. My first attempt at a drabble.
"Johny-Jump-Ups were your favorite wildflower," said Sam softly, one finger gently tracing the edges of the freshly gathered, sprightly, purple and yellow violas. "In the language of flowers, they mean 'you occupy my thoughts...' which you do." A tear escaped an eye, and she brushed it away. "And the violets, faithfulness." She sighed, thinking that others should be remembering as well, on the anniversary of her friend's death.
And so, just before the noon rush, she left the tiny crystal vase on a lunch room table, note tucked beneath: "In Loving Memory of Dr. Janet Frasier. Think of her today."
Memorial Day -- Monday, May 28. "Lest we forget..."