It’s hard to believe that today is three years since my Dad passed away. How can that even be possible? Where has the time gone? I’m a bit of a “kook” who is always looking for “signs/meaning,” to explain and understand life.
I sit out on my back patio and look at the Calla Lily flower that was secretly growing in my yard when my Dad died. It chose to make its appearance the week he died with one single white flower. Every year since it appears. Last week I saw a single white flower open, there was a second bud that wasn’t quite ready. It waited until today.
Thanks Dad –
From winds far away
As I hear my fathers voice
A flower grows…
I remember when my father died how shocked I was when the 3rd anniversary suddenly appeared. I’m glad you have signs to give you comfort, that’s really good. x
Beautiful post, and I love that the Lily waited until today to flower. Somewhere your dad is still looking after you. Isn’t that a lovely thought? It’s amazing how quickly the years pass, but our loved ones live on in us.
I’m sure your father is watching you and is proud about you…*hugs*
Each year I look forward to that plant flowering, considering it was never planted. White is a sign of peace and I know he has it now.
The fact that it came up right across from where he would sit. I think he is telling us something.
That was beautiful Sandy.
Love You. Mom
I feel you buddy. It’s hard to believe it has been a year my mom has been gone. I love your story. Your dad sending you his love. : ).
What a beautiful reminder and a beautiful post Sandy!!!
Very sweet post… thanks for visiting and commenting on my blog recently. I haven’t yet attended a meeting for the writer’s club I signed up for… but there is a first time for everything. 🙂
I do find myself at a variety of coffee shops around Vegas making time to write. If you ever feel the need to get away and enjoy some solitude, let me know.
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Sin City Seagull
Sandy that was beautiful. the 16 of April would have been my Dads 96th birthday. I so often think of him and wonder what would he be like today? And some times when I’ve done something for a stranger I feel like I’m getting a thumbs up from him. Hes been gone since 1972 and I still think someday he’s going to walk in the back door. Love, ABL