Aug 13 2008
Funeral for a Flower {part 3}
A part of me shut down with the death of the pink blossom on that spring day so long ago. Today, I reach into the depths of my memory to revive my five-year-old self complete with all of her unbridled joy, excitement, love, and adoration. I wrap her in my arms and tell her, “Its okay. You’re okay and you can cry if you want to.”
I can feel her collapse in my arms and cry with relief. She has been holding back the tears and the pain for almost thirty years.
“Why did she do that to me? Why is she so mean?” she asks in between sobs.
“She’s just afraid,” I respond. “She doesn’t know how to accept your gift of love. But, it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t love you. She just doesn’t know how to show you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, Grandma’s had a tough life and it’s not safe for her to love like you do. And you know what?”
“What?”
“You can show her how to love.”
“I can?”
“Yup.”
“How?”
“Just by being yourself.”
She shakes her head in disbelief, “No way!”
“Yes way! Because you are kind, loving, and generous. Let’s not let her or anyone else take that away from you. What do you say?”
“Okay!”
“How about we take this precious pink blossom and put it in some water?”
“Sure.”
“And then we can take a picture of it to hold in our hearts and mind forever. Every time we look at it we can remember that Grandma is fragile just like this blossom and we need to water her with love.”
“Grandma won’t like it if we get her wet,” she warns seriously. Then we look at each other and burst into giggles.
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