Sunday, February 2, 2014

Memories of Miss Garden

I had the nagging feeling I should volunteer on Wednesday at the nursing facility I volunteer at.  I really didn't have the time, but my instinct told me I should.  I arrived to  find out the elderly woman I adopted as a mother last Mother's day is dying.  She was placed on hospice and shortly after stopped eating and drinking.  She's been sleeping everyday I go in. I had to wipe my eyes once or twice while there and and I truly felt like I was losing a friend.  They told me she has no kids, family, siblings, etc, but that she was in the care of an appointed guardian.

I know we all must pass at some point or another, yet I feel a loss for her as I'm sure she has felt many times in the fact that she has no posterity to pass her legacy on to. I question what her story is and wonder how she will be remembered and to whom.

This much I know,  I testify she was a part of a real life and that I will remember her.  I was privileged to be a small part of her life.  Little did she know how much joy it gave me to see her light up when someone came in to see HER.

 She enjoyed getting her hair done.  She enjoyed eating chocolate, whether it was from the hair dresser or a small bag of kisses I'd brought in for her. She'd have eaten the whole bag in one setting if I'd let her.   She enjoyed listening to the music when live musicians would come.  I even convinced her that falling asleep during bingo was much more fun than falling asleep in the alcove near her room and she'd sit there because she knew someone wanted her there. She worried she didn't look dressed appropriate to attend activities,or if her hair was combed.  She loved to be wrapped in a blanket while walking down the halls of the residence.  She was excited to receive an African violet for Mother's day even though she couldn't care for it. She had a heart. She never had anything unkind to say, To me or to any other  staff. She had no worldly possessions to speak of.  She enjoyed eating.  She was tickled I brought my daughter and son in to meet her. She thought they were most handsome.  She loved to be touched.  (hugged)

 Her name was Garden and she will forever be remembered to me as just that :
A place where beauty is cultivated. 

So here is to the memories, miss Garden!  I shall forever love you!

          

The Rose Beyond The Wall

A rose once grew where all could see,
sheltered beside a garden wall,
And as the days passed swiftly by,
it spread its branches, straight and tall...
One day, a beam of light shone through
a crevice that had opened wide
The rose bent gently toward its warmth
then passed beyond to the other side
Now, you who deeply feel its loss,
be comforted - the rose blooms there-
its beauty even greater now, nurtured by
God's own loving care.