Yesterday the deer grazed on the edge of the cemetery looking in, just waiting. Tonight they were not in sight. I sprayed more deer deterrent around the pot a radius of about two feet.
Yesterday I went to the greenhouse Jerry frequented where the owner knew of his purchasing habits. The man liked flowers. This time of year he would purchase dusty miller, geraniums and lobia. The owner reminded me of Jerry's love of yellow daisies. I chose another purple trailing flower to drape over the edge of the pot to adorn his grave.
Jerry's best friend Dennis and I created the arrangement. Tonight I drove to the cemetary alone. I sat. I prayed and then I spoke to Jerry. While watering the flowers a song popped into my head and I began singing," You are my heart you are my soul, you are my breath when I grow old, you are my lover, you're my best friend, you're in my soul." What a perfect song for the moment. I laughed right outloud.
2 comments:
Oh, Barbara. Your posts touch my heart every time. I feel like he was listening in that moment. You are so connected to one another.
With each post I feel as if I get to know Jerry better and better--and of course, you. I love the detail in this post--the naming of flowers. The pot of flowers is lovely.
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