I took this picture on May 26th, 2013, with my wife. It is of her rose bush, that she planted last year. That I kinda ran over once or twice, mowed a little and let weeds over come the entire bush. I spent some time last winter, weeding, re-staking and securing the plant.
We were out by the berries and I saw it and called my wife over so she could see it and admire my handy work. "You have got to take a picture of them," she said. So, I got my phone out. took some shots and notice the rays of sun coming through the trees. I tried to capture both rays and rose at the same time. Below is the outcome:
I showed her the picture and said "My mom always loved roses, and that ray of sunshine must be her admiring them". It was just a comment based on the beauty of the situation and the fact that I miss my departed mother.
It was May 27, 2009 when my mom passed away, which makes the timing of the picture above and the comment all the more poignant. After her passing I wrote the following post a few days later:
My Mom passed away Wednesday May 27th at 5:00 am, I knew this because at 6:23 the phone rang and it was my sister. She couldn't get it out but she didn't have to, my mom suffered from breast cancer and it spread to her bones. She was in terrible pain and in the end it was really a blessing for her, we were selfishly hoping she would be around longer but it truely wasn't fair to her. She had given us everything she had from life lessons to cooking lessons and she was crazy about spelling and grammar. I, unfortunately, let her down on the latter two.
She was delt a cruel hand for life but she raised three really good kids and she always had a smile, a laugh and strong shoulder. She was a great cook and loved to entertain. But what was endearing was her ability to laugh and look at the bright side of every cloud. She lives on every time I cook tomatoe sauce, bread, meatloaf, pizza, well you get the picture. Mom is with most of her family now, they are all probably sitting around playing cards and joking and laughing. She had the ability to forgive like no other, a trait I am still trying to emulate. We grieve and we miss her terribly but she wouldn't want us to morn, she was a partier and that is what she would have wanted.
I never stored the details of time the day she died, I could not have told you the day, the month, or the year for that matter. My memory of the day was that she died and left that void that we all feel or will feel at some time in life. She died and that is what remained as my memory of the event.
This single shot of a rose with sun rays coming through the trees as a backdrop made me think of her love for them and of her . It is sad but at the same time it is so heart warming, being one of those things that makes this hard life we live easier. It made me go back to that post, to re-read what I had felt only to find that I was reading it on the date of the day she passed.
From her I learned it is what we do for others and the impact we have on those around us that makes me a good person. If you look for someone to help, you will find them. Your reward will not be know to you but things will happen that you do not understand. It is not the materials that we own or the clothes that we wear by which we are judged, but by the people we help and lives we touch. Which is how my mother lived her life.
Thanks mom, .