It was Sunday, what a beautiful day! An autumn day of lovely sunshine.
Our garden looks warm and peaceful. There are fewer birds now since we made the decision to chop down eight Palm trees, some quite tall. Looking out my bedroom window, I missed the Tui (bird) I used to see most days on my tall Queen Palm. Now, I can see a bigger patch of a clear blue sky.
Along our back fence, a plant blooms with beautiful magenta flowers. The plant was a gift from a friend six months ago. We cut some of those flowers for our Beloved Bom. The plant was given to us as a kind gesture for our loss. The many wreaths and bouquets, big and small have gone with her but this plant and another rose plant (given by another friend) were planted in our garden where flowers bloom.
‘Visiting Bom’ (as I called it) is probably a little comfort to myself at this time undergoing such deep complicated grief. I filled my room (in fact, my house) with all her lovely photos. I want to feel her presence, I want to think of her in the present tense. The reality is that she has left but forever she will remain in our hearts.
As I stood at her resting place, I let my mind and body relax. I closed my eyes and saw a fairy waving her magic wand. Amongst the glitters, I caught a glimpse of my Beloved Bom. More glitters appeared and my Beloved Bom was hidden from my view. I felt a gentle breeze and remembered that my dandelion has flown away.
There yesterday, at her resting place, my solace, I was left to enjoy the warm sunshine.