Flowers

It’s time for another chapter from a book Karen and I received from JoAnn. It was from Rodale Press for Hallmark, 50 things that really matter.

I’ve been sharing some of the first person chapters — and throwing in my two cents worth. The book celebrates 50 of the simple things that really do matter in life. I share them to encourage you, enlighten you and enrich your soul. But, most of all, I hope they may inspire you to see the real value in life. So here goes …

People often send flowers to cheer up someone after an accident or a loss in the family. My father proved there’s an even better use.

A few years ago, he was diagnosed with a brain tumor. It was a stressful, scary, emotional roller-coaster time for everyone in my family.

The tumor was the size of a golf ball and located close to his ear. The doctors said that the surgery would be very complicated and was likely to cost my father the hearing in one ear and paralyze half his face.. But it was absolutely necessary.

So they wheeled him into the operating room and worked on him for 12 1/2 hours. Thankfully, my dad came through the operation okay, and the tumor was benign. Still, he spent many weeks in the hospital, recovering from the surgery and at one point fighting meningitis. After that came long months of recovery.

Through it all, my mom never left his side. She took care of him, loved him, made him comfortable, and sat by him through his entire recovery time. She gave all of her self to him.

On the one-year anniversary of my dad’s surgery, he acknowledged how important she had been to him. He sent my mom a beautiful flower arrangement and included a card with this message: “I know this daylast year was a lot longer for you than it was for me. Thank you for being there then, now — and always.”

For once the roles reversed, and it wasn’t the person who was sick who got the flowers. It was the person who loved unconditionally and with all of her heart.

As Dad showed, it’s important to celebrate the people who hold your hand and never let go. They’re the true heroes.
By Leanne Coppola, 50 things that really matter, Rodale Press for Hallmark

I didn’t go through brain surgery or any other major surgery, but I share Leanne’s conclusion. It is important to celebrate the people who hold your hand and never let go.

Throughout my married life, I always tried to remind Karen how important she was to me with some token of appreciation. Often it was flowers, but it could have been something else … a dime store bracelet or a bottle of good wine. No reason. No holiday. Just spur of the moment. To let her know she was important to me and how much I appreciated her.

I still bring her flowers — a single rose — just about every week, even after five years of her death. And she knows — as I always wrote in notes and cards to her — it’s because of my love for her … from all our yesterdays, to today and for all eternity.

Sometimes, it’s just the little things that really matter.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: He has good judgment who relies not wholly on his own.

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About wisdomfromafather

I'm just an ordinary guy walking along the journey of life.
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8 Responses to Flowers

  1. Mridubala says:

    I can’t put in words how this note has affected me. So sweet and touching. πŸ™‚
    *Mridubala*
    http://yourstoryclub.com/short-stories-for-kids/children-short-story-little-goldie/

  2. What a lovely tribute–both the rose and the post–to the amazing woman your wife must have been.

    Blessings,

    Susan

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