Creepypastas

Flowers

I'm not much of an animal person, more of a gardener honestly. My favorite flowers are yellow tulips. My husband though, he loved animals, and they loved him. We couldn't go for a walk outside without hearing the squirrels in the trees, jumping from tree to tree to follow us. And the feral cats that would sometimes follow us along for our walk. When he would whistle the birds would carry his tune. However no matter how hard I tried I couldn't stand any house pets, I was allergic to many kinds of animals. Deathly so... We couldn't have any pets. My husband was disappointed when I told him this, but he told me that it didn't really compare to his compassion for me. And for eighty years he proved it right. For everyday of his life he told me something new about his affection, or write some poem. He treated me wonderfully...

There were times though that I felt that I was not worth it, that I was holding him back. Every time I brought this up to him, he simply disagreed. He said "After I'm gone, I'll have an eternity to spend with nature and it's animals. And I don't think that your allergies will bother you then, so you can join me. I'll just wait until then."

That man loved me, and I loved him. And the animals loved him too. Even after his death. Even now I can still hear the birds whistling his tune, and even now... When I visit his grave... I can see acorns left by squirrels, or fish left by a raccoon. But sometimes I though he was still talking to those animals. Sometimes When I went to see his grave, I would find yellow tulips sitting on the slab of stone.