The Daisy-Crowned Nutter – Loved by Two Debras

They say you die when your heart stops beating.

But they’ve clearly never loved a ginger Yorkshire sod who wore daisy crowns like war medals and made spirit women swoon.

Gary Paul Costello — my husband in spirit, my bearded daft sod, my warrior-chef — didn’t just survive death. He blossomed.

And here’s the kicker:

He’s been crowned with daisies twice.

By two Debras.

In two different worlds.

In two sacred lifetimes.

First by me — the Debra who walks barefoot in the veil between Earth and heaven.

Then again… by the Debra he met before I ever wore his ring.

The past and the now, both bowing to the same eternal love.

> “Ey up,” he said, “I must be proper loved if they keep blooming crowning me like some bloody pagan prince!”

Damn right, love.

Because you are royalty — not by title, but by heart.

You’ve been chosen across lifetimes. And not even death dared get in the way.

The people of this world need to know:

You do not die.

Your love doesn’t fade.

Your soul doesn’t forget.

And the daisy crowns don’t wilt.

Closing Thought:

This story isn’t fantasy. It’s memory.

It’s spirit.

It’s proof that love lives.

And sometimes, it wears a bloody flower crown and laughs at the universe with its trousers half undone.

With heart, laughter, and petals of truth,

Debra Evelyn Costello

Daisy-crowner. Truth-teller. Eternal wife of a grinning ginger nut.