Plant some sunflowers where I rest Know that in the end I gave it my best Pretend the days did not pass me by Ask the grounds keeper To keep a watchful eye Please watch over him As sunflowers bloom Bringing brightness To this yard of gloom He spent many a days Fighting this tomb Often crying Alone in his room He was my father You would have loved him too -poem Written. grown, and photographed by EddieLee21 Greenup, Illinois 2025 994,240 deaths by suicide 10:52 a.m. December 5, 2025 (Source: World o meter) Call or text 988 if you need help 🆘 @988LifeLine Donations can be sent @afspnational to help with suicide prevention ❤️‍🩹