Every year on 1st of May, Greeks go out gather (or buy) flowers and create beautiful flower crowns and hang them on their doors.
Usually, my mother () and I called a few friends and family home and sat all together on the veranda and worked on our flowery handcrafts. My father always liked to see our creations and came out to the veranda to check on the process and offer us coffee or juice.
This year's flower crowns came out beautiful but they missed joy, because there is nothing joyful in doing something that someone you loved enjoyed, but he is not there anymore to share it with you.
Ps. Missing you