This certainly is not an ordinary day. Mom’s funeral is today. Sitting here in the early morning before sunrise, I am at a loss for a way to describe my emotions. I was unable to find her wedding rings and I really wanted her to have them. Since we live a good distance from town, I have been going in to Mom’s house each day so that friends and family would have a more central location to visit us. They have been bringing us a lot of food, flowers and love. Yesterday as I was leaving Mom’s house something told me to go into her room and get the necklace my Dad had given her when they were dating and take it to her. While I was in her room I looked at her cedar chest at the foot of the bed and remembered the wedding corsage. It is the corsage she wore when she married my Dad and has been in that cedar chest for 63 years, encased in the clear plastic floral box it was delivered to her in the day of her wedding. As a child I loved it when Mom would open the chest. The corsage was always there, four red roses tied with gold metallic ribbon, along with some of my baby blankets, shoes and little dresses. I tried and tried to open the chest but the combination lock wasn’t cooperating. As it was getting late, I left and stopped at the funeral home on the way home. I slipped quietly into the viewing room, the flowers fill the air with a sweet fragrance and slipping the necklace under her left hand, a tiny picture of my Dad in the locket.
When I got home I realized that I had left the food I planned to bring home for our supper sitting on the counter in Mom’s kitchen. My sweet husband said that he would go back and get it. I had also told him about trying to retrieve the corsage. When he returned home he had the corsage and this morning I will pin it to her dress once again. It’s condition is amazing for 63 years. The roses are still red and the ribbon still glistens. She has kept it so carefully, it should remain with her always………
and ordinary days will return for a while…..