Stephanie says

We meet downtown at the park. I am so happy to see him, we are elated to see each other, we’re both grinning ear to ear and can’t stop touching. We talk excitedly, our words rushing into and over each others conversation. Our hands are clasped tightly. I’m never letting go. My eyes open and spy the bedside alarm clock; it reads 12:15 a.m. Dammit, I let go of his hand. But I’m still grinning. He died 12 years ago and I miss him dreadfully, but I’m happy when he comes to me in dreams now and again.

I discovered this flower some years ago and adored the shape and color of the stem. I moved and looked about for a replacement plant unsuccessfully until this year. Knew it was close to "mullet" and did a lot of looking on the internet. Eureka! I found a local source - wholesale! And love the flower as much as ever.