Juliet wasn't sure which bouquet he'd like best.
There were flower bouquets in every color imaginable, in all sizes and arrangements, and she had no idea which would look best by Shawn's grave. Would the roses be best, or did the daisies suit him better? Maybe she should go with something a little less traditional, and if so, that still left dozens of varieties. What about color? Probably not pink, and she figured purple wouldn't be best either. Would he like yellow ones? God, she was hopeless.
It was over a week now since the funeral, and it was the first time she had the nerve to go see him since. Of course, at the rate she was going, it would be another week before she got to the cemetery. Every flower arrangement she saw made the decision that much harder, and she was starting to wonder if the bouquet was the real problem. Maybe she was just afraid.
Pondering the decision, the young detective concluded there were way too many choices. She wasn't sure he'd even want flowers anyway, so Juliet gave up and headed to the nearest grocery store. She picked out the best pineapple she could find, just the way Shawn had taught her to, and then spied a sunflower, buying that as well (because he deserved both, really, and there hadn't been as many choices to confuse her). Throwing both in the passenger seat, she drove to the cemetery...
The place was impossible sunny, though she knew Shawn would've liked that. It was beautiful, really, though she hadn't appreciated that on the day he'd been buried, with rays of light filtering through the tree branches sheltering Shawn's grave. The place was obviously well taken care of.
She set the sunflower down without a second thought, placing it carefully in front of the headstone with all the other flowers that had accumulated there over the past week. After a moment's hesitation, she set the pineapple down next to it, her eyes glazing over the epitaph.
'Shawn Henry Spencer
April 4, 1977-August 21, 2007
Beloved son and friend
Gone, but not forgotten'
