In Spite of What You've Heard
Jun. 28th, 2017 04:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisnewdaySo the father of one of our nieces in Rochester passed away over the weekend and his calling hours are today. The niece is a very sweet girl, an accomplished young woman who runs a daycare service and has children of her own.
Last winter, when my wife passed away, the niece and her husband drove to Syracuse to, you know, be with our family, provide comfort, pay respects to their late aunt. And I would certainly have done the same for them, today, had I not been fighting a respiratory infection which requires me to stay close to my nebulizer and machine-administered meds.
However, I did manage to get back to our old neighborhood on Syracuse's east side, where there's an FTD florist, to order a floral arrangement for delivery before calling hours tonight. The shop also happens to be near the cemetary where my wife is interred so, while I was there, I bought some yellow lillies to place on her headstone.
Afterward, on my way home, I realized that this was the first and only time that I'd ever gotten her flowers. It also occured to me that, in spite of what you've heard, it really isn't the thought that counts.
Not when staring across that vast, unbridgable distance between this life and the next...
LPK
@Dreamwidth
6.28.2017
Last winter, when my wife passed away, the niece and her husband drove to Syracuse to, you know, be with our family, provide comfort, pay respects to their late aunt. And I would certainly have done the same for them, today, had I not been fighting a respiratory infection which requires me to stay close to my nebulizer and machine-administered meds.
However, I did manage to get back to our old neighborhood on Syracuse's east side, where there's an FTD florist, to order a floral arrangement for delivery before calling hours tonight. The shop also happens to be near the cemetary where my wife is interred so, while I was there, I bought some yellow lillies to place on her headstone.
Afterward, on my way home, I realized that this was the first and only time that I'd ever gotten her flowers. It also occured to me that, in spite of what you've heard, it really isn't the thought that counts.
Not when staring across that vast, unbridgable distance between this life and the next...
LPK
@Dreamwidth
6.28.2017
