Last week, we lost one of the finest humans ever.
Virginia G. Gentry, ill the past couple years, finally gets some much-deserved peace and rest.
I could say so much about my remarkable mother, but for now I'll just leave it at this poem that I wrote on the morn of her memorial service. Overheard my dad Sam tell a visitor about this pesky plant the night before.
Gardening and words were among my mom's many passions. She really, truly was something else. :)
Fully formed, forest green
Four-year-old Peace Lily
Standing guard from its gracious front-porch perch
Four years old. Never bloomed.
Until Tuesday, July 12, 2011.
Two small, creamy blooms.
One for Sam.
One for God.