I planted flowers in the garden where my son’s ambulance had stood

Dear Delyara, My son had a medical emergency at home and died despite resuscitation. For two years, I avoided the patch of front garden where the ambulance had parked. The grass there became thin from the tyres, and I kept seeing flashing lights whenever I looked at it. This spring, my granddaughter asked if we could plant wildflowers there. My first instinct was no. Then I said yes. We dug the soil together, scattered seeds, watered them badly. Today, the first flowers opened. Bees were moving through them. I stood there longer than I expected. The place has not stopped being where paramedics ran into my house. It has gained another fact. My granddaughter calls it her flower patch. Grief had made one square of earth belong completely to death. Nature has begun negotiating for some of it back.