She tried to remember something one of the doctors had taught her when she panicked. She was getting caught up in the past, the loss, and the fear of really losing her mind. The doctor said she had to remind herself that she was in the present, that she was safe.
Green, blue, brown, red, black, grey, purple.. Her eyes darted around as she silently listed off all the colors she saw. The physical contact helped, too.
She took the wreath, looking up at Mr. Gold. For her father? She placed the wreath between her mother and father's graves. Her father would never have taken anything if it meant her mother would go without. The flowers needed to be for both of them.