It was days before Mother’s Day this year and I knew my brothers and sister, my nieces and nephews were all thinking about my Mother. How could we not? The commercials on TV run every 5 minutes, stores advertising gifts. The gift we all wanted was just one more day with our Mother, our Grandmother.
The days were silent between us until I called my brother and asked him what he would like to do to celebrate our Mother’s life. I suggested we take a ride out to the place in the woods where she lived with her husband and my brother thought we ought to buy some flowers.
I connected with my niece and asked if she would like to join us.
I went to Lowes and asked God and my Mother to direct me to just the right plant/flowers. I walked around in silence, the people walking around me, the lines at the register long and I looked and waited. My brother who lives in Virginia called at the same time and we talked about this very special day, we didn’t dwell on the sadness – we just took the time to connect, knowing we needed each other’s support.
And then the flowers called to me. The red roses that said – Forever and Always, hardy that last through rough weather. I shared our plans for the day and my find with my brother on the phone and we talked about when he would come to visit.
My niece came to the house and we waited for my brother to pick us up. We drove the familiar road it took to get to my Mother’s house and talked of my nieces recent trip to Virginia where she visited my other brother and did some hiking. It was conversation that all of us could handle, light and easy- but inside our hearts were aching watching the scenery go by, the landmarks we had grown to know.
And suddenly we looked to the left to see the most beautiful rainbow. The whole rainbow was visible and I knew it was a sign. A sign of love from above.
We pulled into my Mother’s property and parked the car, getting the shovel and flowers. It was raining just a bit and cold. My brother took some time to look out over the pond and I went in the house. And our hearts ached for the woman we called our Mother and Grandmother. Silence was our friend along with the birds and the strong whisper of the wind at the top of the trees.
We started our planting – my brother did the digging along with my niece and I gently put the rose plants in place. One on each side of the front walkway leading to her home. Her husband said they would get the most sunlight in that spot.
My sister in law watered the plants with care. No one said too much we all just focused on what we were there to do. I walked back in the house to return the kitchen gloves I had borrowed. I stood at the sink she stood at so many times and I sobbed for the woman I desperately missed in my life. The woman we all missed so very much.
My sister in law came in to say that my Mom’s husband had arrived back home. I was glad – it was something we needed to share with him .
I walked outside and suggested we say a prayer over the rose plants. And we prayed for their abundant growth through whatever came their way – just like my Mother’s love was, forever strong , no matter what. We planted two plants – one from her children and one from her grandchildren.
And just as our prayer ended and we contemplated the silence around us at Serenity Pond, we received yet another gift – a colorful rooster and his hen! I smiled, for this is the reason why my Mother loved living here- surrounded by the beauty of nature and the wildlife.
We watched the rooster and hen walk all around us – it didn’t seem to bother them that we were there. And we delighted in the moment.
Our stay lasted not too much longer as I took pictures to share with the family members who could not be with us , we said our goodbyes to my Mom’s husband and to our visit to Serenity Pond.
As we got in the car and started back home, tears were shed by all of us and the car was filled with silence. I could hear my brother’s tears, so hard and so much in pain. My niece looked out the window at the landscape once again and commented on all the wildlife that seemed to be out that day. My sister in law rubbed her husbands back , with her own tears welling up in her eyes.
We drove most of the way home not saying too much but our hearts clung to each others and I wondered how many more times we would visit here. I didn’t know the answer to that, all I know is that it was hard to be there yet, being there we felt her presence.
The pictures here are of our plantings for my family to see and to bring a bit of lightness to our hearts with the rooster and hen!
We all love you so much Mom! Grandma! And yes, what we wouldn’t do for one more day with you!
With love from all of us, your children and your grandchildren – may these roses bloom every so brightly with love and courage – just as you loved us and we love you.
