I do. I looked across the way and saw them, all hanging in a row. Brilliant pink and white dripping from a lush green branch. The heart shaped flower, all puffed up and marvellous. When touched, so fragile to my finger tip. The bleeding heart flowers are a gift to my eye. Thank you. My Bleeding Heart bush comes from my Grandmother. She has long since left this life, forever present however, with a quick glance of the heart shaped flower. The flower emblem of COVID-19 for me is the bleeding heart. I remember of the importance and impact of our elderly generations and how blessed I was to have experienced life through the eyes of historical wisdom. All generations matter, our youngest hold the future, the current generation hold decisions and our eldest they are our history, reminding us of where our future could or could not take us. I remember Grandma showing me pictures of her sister, she only had a few. My Great Aunt had travelled the world. An accomplished woman. She had been workin