When you lose a spouse or someone significant in your life, everything becomes sort of frozen in time. Little by little you must move on. I lost my husband of 47 years unexpectedly last year on May 8 (2024). The day he left us, the redbud tree outside our window had started to fully emerge its red heart-shaped leaves from pink blossoms.
My small garden became a sanctuary of metaphors and peace. Discovering blossoms holding one another for support or reaching up toward the light helped me navigate through what became “My Year of Magical Thinking”, after I read Joan Didion’s book on grief.
Daisies were my husband’s favorite flower because they made him happy. He knew our daughter was going to have a baby, but didn’t live to see her born this past December. She was named Daisy, and he would have been so delighted.
The flowers and blossoms you see here are the gifts I received from nature starting on May 10, 2024, and began with the Redbud tree.