I never knew you once, but I will write your story. You were like the sky and the sea, and all open spaces of freedom, intuition, imagination, and inspiration. Those who knew your life knew the depth of your trust, loyalty, your young wisdom and faith. Your color invokes tranquility on the mind and body. But those that knew you know you were not always serene. You could be cold, uncaring, and sometimes dampen spirits. You were strong and steadfast, a loyal friend. You were pious and sincere in your heraldry. The hardship of life was known to color you, too blue. Paint you melancholy or sad. I wonder if it made you suspicious or stubborn or maybe so timid that you could not survive the second child. I would have liked to have known you.

Flowers grow where we are planted and that makes us eternal.