CHAPTER FOURThe next day Robina visited the florist to order the flowers for her mother’s grave.
“Can it really be a year ago?” asked Mrs. Bentall, the lady who owned the shop. “It does not seem possible, and such a young woman. You must miss her terribly.”
“Yes, I do. I am often frightened that I will forget Mama. There are times when I cannot recall what her eyes were like or her smile.”
The woman nodded her head sadly.
“When I lost my own husband a few years ago, I experienced the self-same thing. But you do not forget – God gives us the strength to get through.”
Robina felt somewhat comforted, standing in Mrs. Bentall’s shop surrounded by beautiful blooms.
“And will you be placing the order for your father while you are here, too?” asked Mrs. Bentall.
“No,” responded Robina, a l
