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Papa had the curious custom of planting a seed in the garden of our home after every person who had grown dear to him. The garden is a habitat to flowers and trees that have since sprouted and come to fruition out of these seeds of endearment. The choice of plants was not random, nor was it for the landscape and fragrance they brought to the garden. He believed that each of us have spirit mate, a soulmate, in the plant world; of the human and the plant…