My grandmother had a cross-stitched piece that read "Remembrance is the sweetest flower that in a garden grows" - I remember seeing it and reading it from a very young age. My dad now has it on his wall, and it moves me every time I read it. As a kid, I thought it referred to the blessing it would be to be remembered (more than to have flowers on one's grave)... and now I understand it's also - and more - about the sweetness we experience by remembering those who've passed before us.