Every year, we plant sweetpeas in honor of our father. They were his favorite flowers.
We had a little bouquet of them at his memorial service, along with a photo of Dad and his beloved dog, Jesse. Our wonderful stepmother Margaret later scattered Dad’s ashes with Jesse’s on the Common where they loved to walk together. It comforts me to know that a boy and his dog are together always.
And it comforted me that our beloved Lu chose to carry some of Dad’s sweetpeas in her bouquet and her lovely hair when she married her best friend Rik this summer. It made me feel like Dad was there, and I was glad to think of him and his special flowers on a happy occasion.
No matter how long I am without him, I will always miss him. And I will forever cherish the treasure of his love and friendship.
A YEAR AGO: Brian Wilson said it best.