The peace lily is different
We have a peace lily. It is at the bottom the stairs where our daughters found Mandy two years ago. Mandy bought it ages back. She filled the house with plants. If they thrived she was happy. If they withered they were replaced. After she died I felt a connection with them. Not so much now - if they thrive I am happy, if they wither they’re gone.
The peace lily is different.
I was away for three weeks. Our younger daughter and family “borrowed” this place whilst theirs was being “home improved”. Two young boys living in a building site doesn’t work. I finally came back home to the bushiest, glossiest, happiest peace lily. I chuckled to Mandy as I unpacked my stuff … and I’m sure I heard her chuckle back. She had her family in her home every day for three weeks while I was away. Three weeks of her two wee grandsons being “at home” … of her daughter finally being at ease in the same family home that had carried so many tough memories … so much life and laughter with the four of them living here.
The peace lily is different - and we all need to heal.
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