It was an overcast, cool and breezy morning when Mr T took me out walking today. I have been trying to further the time and distance I established in my spring conditioning program but I’m not making much progress. I haven’t been sleeping well. I’m experiencing severe joint pain, and spasms in my legs that ZING! me wide awake every couple of hours. Walking seems to help a little but not as much as I had hoped for, and I found myself sitting in the ditch and resting while the spasms passed.
While down at that level I had a chance to get in touch with the wild roses, wood violets and buttercups. That closeness to them evoked sweet memories, memories of my now departed friend and I singing and laughing and chatting as we collected the same species for our flower pressing just a year ago. Once the first memory appeared more followed like a slide show, and special moments from many years of collecting walks as well as hours spent making cards and bookmarks and decorating gift boxes with them appeared and departed.
I was in a sober and somber mood which was both a reflection of the weather and also of the state of mind I was in when I returned home. As I placed my tiny bright colored treasures between sheets of photographic blotter paper I suddenly realized that I was now the owner of two flower presses. The second press was my friend’s and it was one of the sentimental items I rescued from clutter in a cardboard box and placed in my wicker basket. I won’t be giving it away because I have strong feeling that some day soon I’ll meet someone else who I will share flower pressing experiences with.
And yet, perhaps this is one way to finally overcome our grief and sense of loss; that in the end, what will matter more is not their departure from our lives, but the impact, the difference, they’ve made to it. That’s not to say the pain would be any less or difficult; rather, that perhaps this may be that light at the end of the tunnel that allows us to make peace with this loss. –Saying goodbye to loved ones
Life is a precious gift and the legacy we leave behind is the gift that keeps on giving – memories.
Another thing my friend and I shared was the love of singing. The Rose by Bette Middler was a song we loved to sing in harmony.
♫ The Rose ♫ by Bianca Ryan