Sunday, November 21, 2010
Each year I walk past the bulbs in a box wanting one but never getting one. I could never figure out the connection to this want until finally breaking down, buying one and bringing it home. It sat on my counter for a couple of days while I contemplated the draw I had to this particular flower. It dawned on me and I made a call to my Mom. She confirmed that it was something she and Dad bought as a gift for my Grandpa who loved flowers and all things gardening dearly. "What color did you get for him?" .... "Oh.. the red one" we chatted some more and then hung up.
I felt a little bit choked up as I thought about the Red Lion bulb that sat on my counter.
This year will be the first year without my Grandpa. His passing in September is still all to fresh in my mind and his presence is missed greatly. But I find a little bit of comfort looking at my little wee bulb in it's pot and it reminds me of what an amazing love for life my Grandpa had.
It's going to be my tradition now. To get a red bulb every single year. To remember him, to honor him and just to enjoy because they are so darned pretty when they bloom!
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