It was fun watching the Salt Lake City Soccer Team (RSL) play their game in the snow. The ball didn’t roll away as fast, the players were ever cautious about slipping and getting hurt, and they won their first game since August of 2016.
After the news was over I looked outside and it was snowing here. The weather man said it would, but it seemed like fiction – it’s April. But April showers will bring May flowers. And you know those are for the living.
As Tracy finishes up fixing the front flower box I need to decide what flowers will live there and what native plants. It will have water for the hot dry summer days but otherwise they will have to live on what mother nature provides. That’s what my mother is doing these final days of her life – living off what she has within her and the morphine that smothers the pain from more suffering. What a terrible way to end one’s life. Whether you get treatment or not, it saps your energy, life and spirits. There’s no sense sending flowers while she’s still with me because she can’t see or smell them. So I’ll just have to depend on her knowing that I’m with her in spirit.
I’d plant her favorite pink rose, but the deer with eat them long before the aphids. And carnations take too much water. So pink penstemon will be planted in her remembrance. Pink was her favorite color – she would have loved that 56 carat pink diamond (since she’s an April child) that was just at Sothebys. She will pass on this week and I will be thankful for the snow. The peace and quiet it provides as it covers the scars on the earth – much like death. May you rest in peace my friend.
As for me, I shall begin life again, sine it too has been on hold since August of 2016, waiting for the phone to ring with a strange voice on the other end telling me my best friend has passed on. I’ll miss her – but I’ll watch for the pink penstemon to bloom each year and remember.