Small drops of water landed on the parched brown soil, darkening it to a life giving brown black. Cheryl could almost see the small violet rooted in that soil quiver as the life giving moisture rained slowly down around the withered plant.
To Cheryl, each tear felt like a little bit of her soul escaping into the universe. Larry had been gone for only three days, but they were the longest three days of her life. Larry would have scolded her that she had squandered those days mourning. Seize the day had been his motto. Now the only thing seizing was her heart after each beat, waiting to determine if she was going to follow him to the other side. Even there she was failing.
Yet here she was giving life to the last plant Larry had in his apartment. Larry was a lot of awesome things, but having a green thumb was not one of them. The poor thing almost beat Larry to the punch. Now this was what his physical legacy was to her. Tucking it inside her purse carefully, Cheryl left Larry’s apartment one last time. The plant needed a better water source, and she needed to seize the day.