The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating Debbie’s orchids on the windowsill. Cody watched his grandmother pin back her silver hair, admiring her gentle, wise reflection.

“Gran, you don’t have to dress up,” Cody smiled.

“A lady always dresses up, sweetheart,” she chuckled, reaching for her coral lipstick. “You never know who you might meet.”

Cody’s heart clenched as he thought about the doctors’ prognosis. He had planned this day to make lasting memories.

At the botanical gardens, Debbie gasped. “Oh, Cody… you remembered.”

He helped her walk through the garden and dance to a saxophone’s tender melody. She whispered about dancing with Grandpa Joe at their wedding.

Later, Cody gave her a photo album, filled with memories. “There’s one more place I want to take you,” he said, leading her to the fountain where Grandpa had proposed.

Cody presented a delicate ring engraved with orchids. “A reminder of all the love you shared,” he whispered.

Three weeks later, Debbie passed away peacefully. At her memorial, Cody shared her love of orchids: “Patience, attentiveness, faith, and belief that something delicate can bloom again.”

Years later, Cody married. Their first dance was to “What a Wonderful World,” beside the fountain where love never truly ends.