Ms. Annie Sells celebrated her son’s birthday by encouraging him to show respect to his great grandmother, among other activities. She passed from this world as spring was about to sprin, just as it is now.
In her last weeks, my son and I went each Sunday and spent her last days with her and my mother. My son was very close to his great grandmother just as I was to my grandmother. She was human, but she was also a warrior to the very end.
Grandma passed days before her birthday, just as the daffodils were beginning to bloom in her meadow, below her home – on the family mountain. The same meadow where I married my son’s father and the same meadow she toiled in as a child and in again in the final years of her life.
Days before she passed, my son went down and brought back a single bloom. It sat in a glass of water on the bedside table to her death bed. It was the last flower she saw in her life, on this earth, was a gift from our Abba and from my son.
So today as we took the scenic route to his birthday party, we stopped at her grave and transplanted blooming daffodils onto her grave. Just he and I in her final resting place. They were the children if daffodils that originally grew on the family mountain.
Life and death are full of trials, sorrows, and pain. But we can find joy and meaning in the little things in life – like a flower that connects four generations.
Ms. Annie Sells
P.S. Happy Birthday Zander P Dander!