Sunday Morning’s

Good Morning World:

I woke up today at the “crack” as I call it. Not intentionally, but it seems that my husband is getting noisy. I’ve noticed this lately, his sneezes, his voice (hmmm..) and he is oblivious to it. So I got up before 6am, plotting my day while lazily sipping my very strong coffee’s. I always cherish a quiet Sunday. It was always a day of total “rest” and relaxation according to my parents. It was also a family day for many years. The traditional Sunday dinner at Mom & Dad’s, the family piles in and we feast for 8 hours, till we either pass out or get a stomach ache! Those days have passed, sadly both my parents have died. My father died of cancer in 2002 in October. My mother died of a blood clot in 2009 also in October. So many emotions and thoughts and grieving and memories flood back this entire month. I try so very hard NOT to focus on the anniversary of their death’s. I have learned it is just “one” day..and it shall pass. I do focus on the years we were together and close. I wake up each day and remember, my father LOVED the fall temps. He would be up early and outside puttering and gardening until football kickoff. Mom would be lounging in her cute house dress, a pot of tomato sauce and meat simmering and smelling like heaven.  Preparing the feast for the family.  They would both sip coffee, numerous mugs and Dad would read the entire Sunday paper and Mom would read her latest Cosmo or family circle. All the world was right. They enjoyed the simplicity and the quiet times. I spend my days in my gardens, simmering my own tomato sauce and meats and dream of days gone by. I busy myself with little projects and I am constantly inventing or redecorating something.  Yesterday, I pruned my roses and fig tree. My mom and I planted them when she moved into my home in 2002. I can’t even explain or pen how each bloom makes me feel. I feel like she is with me…she can see me picking a bouquet and smelling my perfume roses. I walk up to this fig tree, which is now 25 feet tall…WHAT?…no really, I force myself to eat the figs, I just want to be close to her again. I don’t particularly like them…but I love her’s.  I made her a garden. A garden of her very own. Unlike me, she really didn’t love the “dirt”, I get that from my dad. But we planted this garden together and it bloomed year after year, as it continues to bloom now. I cut 2 beautiful roses yesterday, one pale pink perfume and inhaled it’s scent. Today I describe it as heavenly, for I believe that is where they both are now. The other rose, Coral beauty blooms for me continuously. It is magical, the color the deepest of coral. It is as close to a brilliant sunset as you can get. I could go on & on for days about our garden. When someone you love die’s, little things become most important. So, it’s not a cliche when we say… “take time today and smell the Roses”, you know I will be doing exactly that.  If any of my readers are lucky enough to have your parents on this earth, near you. I encourage you to honor them. If you had a spat or disagreement or even a big drag out brawl, let it go..say I’m sorry and I love you. You won’t regret being humble and making it right. My parents enriched my life, they nourished my soul and spirit. They were truly my biggest fans. I miss everything about our love. I listen to video’s just to hear their voices again near me. I will shed tears for eternity for not having them in the physical world. I meditate and focus on connecting to them in other ways…like outside in my gardens…that is where I will be <3…love & peace to you today ~ leelee