A Bad Week for Grandmas

(Ah yes, Blog and I are in the honeymoon phase, the phase when I post a lot.)

Two of my friend-coworkers' grandmothers died in one week. I gave both mourners flowers and a card. It's so lame, really: Your grandmother was a unique and beautiful person...Here, have some flowers.

But maybe the point of giving flowers is the overwhelming nature of death. Anything we do is so small before it. The flowers, so beautiful and alive, will themselves die in a few days. They are beautiful and perishable, reflecting the nature of human life. Perhaps the parallel comforts us on a subconscious level.