There was a gentleman a few years ago when I worked at the nursing home that would sit and watch the poppy flowers grow outside his window. Every morning I would find him in his stiff-backed chair, staring out at the orange and red blooms. Once I asked why he didn’t go outside to look at them, and he simply replied he was too frail, too old. So every day he watched the poppies from his window, every day until he passed. Not one person came to visit him. No family, no friends,