I have been wandering and pondering this morning. It is a day that needs balancing.
My mama died on the morning of April 12, 2025. She has been gone a whole year. One Thanksgiving, one Christmas, one birthday and one Easter. I am planting a pink garden on the mountain in her memory.
I am home now. The site of more loss. Life goes on whether you are paying attention or not. There are things lost whether you are paying attention or not. Many things disappear while you are not looking.
My garden has missed me. My house has missed me. I am okay with that. I do not have the strength nor the stamina to stay here. I must not lose myself.
I toured my gardens with my camera this morning. I took only lovely photos to share, except for one.
This scene you will recognize. These two statues are named Lily and Moss. I have written stories about them. Today, I will let a photo tell the story.
There are many kinds of loss. I miss my well mama, but not the sick suffering one. Her loss was gradual. We lost bits of her long before April 12. Little steps that sometimes went unnoticed. That’s how loss works. It is sneaky.
Are you paying attention?
FLOW
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Will Lily and Moss travel up the mountain?
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I may have to get a second pair. I have a perfect spot here. We may have to take a vote. I have missed them. I wonder if they will be missed if moved?
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Who were Lily and Moss?
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Two characters in stories I wrote about living in the woods behind our house. I know where we got them. I could get two more.
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Fascinating
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We too have suffered a great loss this month. Our oldest son, Ben, died suddenly collapsing at home with no warning, at age 44. It seems unreal and so unfair for a much-loved children’s occupational therapist to be lost so unexpectedly. We are comforted by the good memories and the stories from relatives, patients and coworkers who loved him as much as we did. I have travelled this road before and I know that a life well lived is celebrated forever and he lives on in our hearts. The world still turns, Spring has sprung, and we will carry on in his optimistic spirit.
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What a shock Dorothy Jayne. Such a loss to so many. You are right about keeping people alive in your heart.
I am so glad to see spring. I am digging holes after two years of not being able to.
Trying not to over do is my new goal.
I will think of you as I work outside today. This life!
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