Normally, I love flowers. I usually buy them everytime I go to the grocery store. Sometimes I splurge and go to the local florest and buy myself something special.
Today, I did NOT like buying flowers.
I bought them for a friend's funeral.
Marcella, I wish I that THOUGHT and sent you flowers while you were alive.
You were a very special, a very dear friend. You weren't just my friend. Everyone who came into contact with you loved you.
Your smile, your laugh, they could light up an entire room.
You were down-to-earth, practical, sensible and funny. You had such a big heart. Perhaps it wore out early because you kept it so open to everyone.
Perhaps today, on some golf course in heaven, you are playing again with Bernie, Helen and the other ladies of the 9-hole association.
On the card with the flowers, it says "We miss you"
I miss you Marcella. You were someone I could always talk to, somone who put up with me regardless of how I acted.
Flowers are not enough. They would not have been enough when you were alive to let you know how much you meant to me.
Goodbye, Marcella. Many people miss you and we all wish we had told you more often that we loved you. Goodbye.
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Wow, we have reached the age where we are losing friends, rather than parents friends. I've had a similar experience with the passing of a neighbor who I didn't realize I'd miss as much as I have. I've tossed around a variety of blog comments I thought about him, but haven't put it together yet.
ReplyDeleteBummer. You have my condolences.