Every year, on the night of that day, there is always someone who dreams about flowers.

One time it may be sunflowers, another time it might be daisies.

Flowers which suit my peppy, adorable wife and daughter.

I became aware of this strange occurrence (?) when Holly talked about it one time.

Papa, um...

I had a dream I was in a meadow of flowers.

Did you?

Oh, Holly. What a coincidence.

I had a dream just like that.

Mama did too!

By the way, didn't you mention this before last year?

Oh, you're right. At around this time too.

I took a peek at the calendar we had thinking, "Could it be?"

And my sneaking hunch was confirmed for me. Yeah, we did have this chat during this month.

On the same exact day he passed away.

Holly and Suzie Q saw their flower dream.

Apparently Lisa Lisa did too.

As for me...

Every year my dream's a blank space.

Completely void with nothing worth gazing at.