NotHardUp1
What? Me? Really?
Her name was Pat, my next-door neighbor, and she lost her battle with ovarian cancer. Her husband David and she were good friends, and we ate together a few times, including last Christmas. She was probably about 66 or so. I got the text in the early afternoon yesterday and was distracted at work so left. She wasn't expected to die this soon. She was in a trial treatment and I had seen her just a month ago in Nashville after a surgery. She looked good and was in good spirits. She wasn't afraid of dying, but wanted to live.
I've sent thousands of dollars in floral arrangements to funerals, but when I can, I like to just make one to personally put a hand to my thoughts, and help mark the passing, or whatever event I am sending them for. When motivated, I can make a good arrangement, but this wasn't that kind of thing, so I just bought dozens of roses and tried to get them presentable in a rectangular vase I had lying around. I didn't feel very creative beyond just picking colors.

I took a snap of them before setting them in the car to take over yesterday. The fall leaves made an unanticipated metaphor.
The thread's not to talk about Pat so much as it is to talk about death and grieving and specifically flowers. So many people publish remarks in funeral home obituaries other news about "no flowers" or requests to make donations to charities. That's fine, for many people find flowers wasteful, or even shy from the expense. But for me, I choose flowers. And I choose cut flowers more often, as they are a sacrifice, of an ancient order.
The ephemeral is here for us to appreciate while we have the hour. It withers soon, and is gone, but not the memory.
I hope I think of Pat whenever I see a blush of pink roses.
What about you? Do you have feelings about memorials? Do you have any strong memory of ones sent your family when you had a loss, or even when they went wrong?
I've sent thousands of dollars in floral arrangements to funerals, but when I can, I like to just make one to personally put a hand to my thoughts, and help mark the passing, or whatever event I am sending them for. When motivated, I can make a good arrangement, but this wasn't that kind of thing, so I just bought dozens of roses and tried to get them presentable in a rectangular vase I had lying around. I didn't feel very creative beyond just picking colors.

I took a snap of them before setting them in the car to take over yesterday. The fall leaves made an unanticipated metaphor.
The thread's not to talk about Pat so much as it is to talk about death and grieving and specifically flowers. So many people publish remarks in funeral home obituaries other news about "no flowers" or requests to make donations to charities. That's fine, for many people find flowers wasteful, or even shy from the expense. But for me, I choose flowers. And I choose cut flowers more often, as they are a sacrifice, of an ancient order.
The ephemeral is here for us to appreciate while we have the hour. It withers soon, and is gone, but not the memory.
I hope I think of Pat whenever I see a blush of pink roses.
What about you? Do you have feelings about memorials? Do you have any strong memory of ones sent your family when you had a loss, or even when they went wrong?

