To all the plants I’ve killed,

First, let me say I’m sorry. It wasn’t your fault, you didn’t do anything. It wasn’t you, it was me. You were a good plant, and I’m sure you were probably a pretty durable plant too. Maybe you were even a cactus.

In the wild, you probably would have lived a long life, and had lots of dirt and air to keep you happy. But in my dusty apartment, you dwindled away. Maybe it happened suddenly, or maybe you slowly got worse, but at the end of it all, you didn’t make it, and I’ve only got myself to blame.

I probably got you from Home Depot. Maybe a farmer’s market. I bought you and I swore that I was going to be a good plant parent and that I was going to keep you alive.

Obviously, I failed.

Maybe I forgot to water you for a couple of weeks. Maybe I watered you wayyyy too much. Maybe I left you in the shade, or maybe I burned you in the sunlight. Maybe your pot was too small, or too big. Either way, at the end of a hard fight you put up, you died. I’m sorry.

I should have been there for you. I should have made sure you were healthy and lively. Instead, I left you on the windowsill where you eventually met your fate.

If you were a flower, I’m especially sorry. I just have no idea how to take care of flowers, and I should have taken that into account when I got you. If I don’t know how to take care of flowers, then I should stop buying flowers, no matter how pretty they are.

So this is my promise. That the plants I get after you, I’ll treat better. They’ll live longer, happier lives than you got to, and I’ll be a better plant mom to them. I’ll make sure to remember to water them, and if they’ve been in the same pot for a year, I’ll get them a bigger pot. I’ll even google what type of plant they are.

I know that doesn’t help you, since you’re still dead, but you helped me learn and get better at keeping plants alive. I’m sorry I killed you. Rest in peace.