Monday, November 7, 2016

donation rather than flowers

When my baby Andrew died in 1989, a very good friend gave me a pot of Chrysanthemums. G said she didn't want to give me a bunch of flowers since I had requested," No flowers, and in lieu of flowers, donations to the hospital" Later, when the flowers were gone, she told me that I could grow it in the garden. It thrived and flowered well. It gave me a mixed feeling of my thoughtful friend G, and it also gave me feelings of how much I missed Andrew. The flowers were almost like this burgundy colour.

In my latest book, I wrote about a death, and donating money to the hospital.

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