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Saturday, May 10, 2008
Entry for May 10, 2008
Over the many years of his adult life, he bought flowers to give or send to his Mother on Mother’s Day. Not long before she passed away, she surprised him by asking if he remembered giving her the bouquet of dandelions so many years before. She spoke lovingly about how touched she was with that Mother’s Day gift, the gift that had cost him nothing but the effort. Of all of the Mother’s Day flowers that he had given her, none had every replaced the bouquet of dandelions that he planted in her heart.
A couple of days before Mother’s Day this year he visited the cemetery. At the head of her grave, a single dandelion was growing. A few “happy tears” crept from his eyes, chasing down into his gray beard. He stood there for several minutes, smiling at the memory. He then told his Mom that he loved her, turned, and slowly walked away.
Happy Mother’s Day.
James A. Zachary Jr.