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A Landmark of Sorts

Yesterday was the anniversary of Mama’s Spirit freeing herself to soar into the Universe.  Six years ago it was. 

There being things I wanted to be distracted from, I gathered flowers from the yard and took them to the cemetery.  Calendula, freesias, lavender, and pineapple sage. Some for Mama and Daddy, some for the two baby sisters, and some for Uncle Frank, Daddy’s younger brother. 

When I set the tin can of flowers on Mama’s and Daddy’s gravesite, I noticed that all the flowers were ones I’ve been growing the past six years. That’s a feat I had no idea I would’ve or could’ve been part of my story.

 I like to think Mama noticed, too. About the flowers, that is. 


  1. Oh, I'm sure she did. She's very proud of what you've accomplished.

  2. I'm sure your mama was proud of you and your lovely flowers. Hugs, Valerie

  3. She noticed more than that…you are. Beautiful daughter. Funny….I lost my mom 5 years ago-Jan. 15th

  4. Su-sieeemac! I am not blogging as much as I used to, so forgive my tardiness in commenting on this post about your dear mama. I believe she does notice your flowers, and your Spirit has brought you to this place, with flowers that would mean so much to her. And I like that you put them in a tin can - the focus is on the flowers and not the container!!! I hope 2023 is treating you well so far.


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