In February of 2021, I unexpectedly said goodbye to my mother. Even though I had said goodbye several times over the years as she slowly began to drift away from Alzheimer’s Disease, I was still not prepared to lose her completely.
Although I help others heal through grief and loss, and have personally experienced loss myself, nothing truly prepared me for the emptiness that my mother’s passing left behind.
So I begin my own personal journey toward healing. I found a local atrium filled with tropical flowers and plants and sat for hours over days on rocks hidden from view. Sometimes I sat and cried, reflecting on my mother’s life and her death. I felt alone, lost, and abandoned. Then I began to notice the new growth that surrounded me. Even in the middle of a cold endless winter, new life, new beginnings were there.
My mother had passed, and although sad, I realized that life is a cycle of birth and death. The plants were a reminder that life never ends, it continues, blossoms and grows. My mom had transformed her frail, worn body into a beautiful angel’s trumpet flower that hung next to me on a nearby tree.
One day, a college girl came in and started working, labeling plants and fauna. On the way out, I asked her about the beautiful trumpet tree. It had a single, light pink flower.
“Does the tree blossom all year round?” I asked.
“It blooms when it’s stressed.” she replied. Right now it has water and everything it needs so there is only one flower.” It’s called the Angel’s Trumpet.
My heart melted. I was also blossoming while stressed and the Angel’s Trumpet flower was a reminder that my mom’s death meant that she too, was blooming and growing, along with me.
Love you mom!