I sure wish I could promise you this would be my final post about my daughter, Val, but I’m not always so good at keeping promises. But just like me, you’re gonna have to take it one blog at a time, one day at a time.
But
anyway, sitting in the funeral home office, we had to decide what to put in the
little card they always have for people to take. The thing that Hubby has to
bring home from every visitation or funeral we go to, and it sits on the
kitchen counter, bugging me for weeks before I finally throw it away.
The funeral home lady (Karri, an absolute sweetheart, by the way) offered suggestions from the standard funeral card book. Not a one was even close to Val.
Her boyfriend suggested we use the words from the Tom Petty song from the tattoo on her back. We knew it was something about wildflowers and could all picture it, but none of us could pull the words out of our brains.
We finished our business, and I told Karri we’d figure out the lyrics and get back to her.
That night, when I couldn’t sleep (as if I thought I would ever sleep again without taking any drugs), I went on my laptop and started looking up the lyrics for all of the Tom Petty songs.
Duh! The song is literally named “Wildflowers.”
This
week, I was working on cleaning up my computer by deleting some of the
thousands of pictures I’ve stored from all my travels. In 2017, Val and I went
on one of our many trips to Kenya, and one day she got sunburned while wearing
a shirt with straps in a pattern across her back. And there were those words,
blowing along her back with flower petals.
Life. It’s crazy, isn’t it? We’ll never be able to understand it. All we can do is keep muddling along, praising God that He has it under control.
1 comment:
Love this Chris, and don't ever stop posting... She was a beautiful gift and love to hear more of the treasured memories we can all hold dear while we are muddling are own ways through life. Thank you.❤️
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