They say grief is a companion you walk with as long as you breathe when you lose someone you dearly love. It changes. But it remains ever present.
When my mama died, she left a hole in my heart and in my life bigger than the ocean. My dear friends gave me a gift card to the greenhouse to grow something beautiful to remember her by, as I am a gardener. I learned it from her. As a child, she'd have me plant tulips in the fall for her. She said I'd complain the whole time I did it. But when they came up in the spring, I'd be the first one to tell everyone that I was the one who planted them. We nurtured lilacs and peonies and tulips and roses as I grew up. Today, I am surrounded by gardens and keep our mutual love of flowers alive.
This beautiful, white tree peony gave me my first bloom this summer. On a rainy day, it was so laden with raindrops that she almost laid on the ground. I stood out there and photographed her and remembered that my mother lives on in every beat of my heart, every breath that I take, every blossom I fall in love with every spring. White flowers are my favorite. This one I grew for her. I named it her nickname as a child.... Physsy Joy.
September 6th, 2022
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