Spring is finally here, I think. Actually, other than the gloominess, I haven't minded the extended winter. It has kept my mind on the tasks of the things I need to accomplish. The golf benefit is only a few weeks off and we have established our own non-profit and needed to wrap up a few loose ends for that. And, since I didn't have enough to do, I have been asked to speak for Rochester's Memorial Day ceremony, what a tremendous honor. With so much to do and so much on my mind, I have neglected to write, I have missed it.
Yesterday I was choosing flowers for Curtis' grave. We are placing them today, his birthday. It makes me sad that this is the way we have to spend the day. I know others are comforted by visiting the grave sights of their loved ones, but I have much difficulty with it, I always have. I was looking at the many colors and varieties of flowers unable to select which flowers would be perfect. How do you choose correctly for something that is so wrong? I finally completed the task.
It made me think of how our minds can change so drastically about a subject. Even though this is a small subject, I think it is a marker for how my attitude toward life has changed. I used to tell Dave that I didn't like to receive fresh cut flowers because they only died. Today, I would rather have him bring me home a bouquet or even a single flower over anything else.
The beauty and fragrance of flowers bring something no other object could. A smile always crosses my lips when I see them, and I have to stop to take in a full lung of their scent when I pass. Yes, they do not last forever, but that is life. Beautiful things are not meant to last forever.
