Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Pink Hearts for Nona
The last time I saw my grandmother before she passed away, she and I had a long discussion about the landscaping at my house. It was April. Long since restricted to a wheelchair or hospital bed, she never had the opportunity to visit my new house, but I described it to her in detail and showed her pictures. When it came to flowering plants, her advice was this: soft pink flowers would look best with my existing plants and color of my house.
One morning in May, I got the call that my grandmother had passed away during the night. Later in the day, I walked down my driveway to retrieve the newspaper (of which, incidentally, my grandfather was the Managing Editor in the 1960's) and water my hostas. I stopped. I stepped closer to the side of my house. The very first Calladium was just peeking through the pine straw. I remembered that Nona and I had talked about my plants when I saw her last. I knew this was God's gift to me, to remind me that Nona's life on Earth may be over, but her eternal life in Heaven is just beginning.
Over the last two months, all the Calladiums have sprouted and are thriving. They are all green and white, except for the one that sprouted when Nona died . . . it is the only one sporting soft pink edges. Just for Nona.