Milo Douglas
May 22, 1986 - May 21, 2018Age 31
"We met five years ago when he started working at the flower shop down the street. I instantly knew he was special even if he argued that he was just a simple man. Yes, he liked his coffee black and wore the same shoes every day.
But when music came on, he danced and he shone.
Milo walked around with so
much guilt. Like he had something to make up for. Like he wronged the world and
just had to give himself to make things right. I'm not sure what exactly he had
done or who exactly he had hurt. All I know is that he spent
his whole life hurting. He'd been on his own since his late teens when his mom
passed. He went down a bad path and lost himself, but he got back up. He tried,
which is the best any of us can do.
He thought he was a failure, but so many of us--Emma, Amelia, William, and me...
To us, he was just Milo.
And we Loved him. I loved him.
He was Milo, who didn't really see the joy he brought to others. He was an artist. With a spectacular command of color, and he was a damn good florist too. He poured himself into every single piece and took the time to listen and make them perfect because, to him, flowers could mend all rifts. Kindness could mend all wounds.
And he mended mine. So many times. When I met him I just had a twin-sized bed in my apartment. I was once told that I would never have a reason to buy a bigger one. But Milo gave me a reason to buy a bigger one. He gave me a reason to believe in myself and I hope, for as long as he was with us, I gave him that, too."
- Sydney Klein, fiancé