At 82 years old, my grandma just got her FIRST flowers — because for decades, she was married to a man who never gave her any. 
She spent years feeling unloved, thinking romance was for other people. But she finally walked away, even when the world told her it was too late for a new beginning.
And today? She held a bouquet from the man who truly cherished her. She touched the petals, eyes full of tears, and whispered, “So this is what it feels like?”
It’s never too late to choose happiness. It’s never too late for love. And it’s never too late to get the flowers you always deserved. 
