Everywhere I look, I see sunny yellow daffodils. I even spied a couple in my front yard, down close to the road, and I know they weren’t planted by me. Where’d they come from? I think they’re a reminder from Dorothy and the dozens of other loved ones who have “gone on” to the next life. She especially loved them, and her husband Tracy arranged to have over forty bouquets of them in the church on the day of her funeral. Seeing the two blooms in my yard today reminded me of Dorothy and of the fact that life never ends. Although we no longer see her in the flesh, she lives in our hearts AND in paradise. So do our other departed friends and family.
This morning in Relief Society we sang a lovely hymn whose last verse brought Dorothy and my other loved ones to mind as I realized yet again that there is “no end to being.” I don’t know about you, but that brings me feelings of peace and anticipation.
There is no end to glory;
There is no end to love;
There is no end to being;
There is no death above.”
6 thoughts on “Dorothy’s Daffodils”
Every time I see daffodils I think about Dorothy.
It usually triggers some other good memory. Dorothy LOVED Spring and Summer. I still miss talking to her everyday.
Thanks so very much for sharing. Those words are most inspiring.
I think of Dot Dot as well! Of course Hunter always reminds me of her and tells me she is all better! That’s nice to hear!
Cordie, I visited your blog a few minutes ago and am so impressed with the quality and “sound” of your blog. I especially enjoyed the post about the role of grandmothers in the African American family and am planning to post something on that tomorrow.
Connie and Michelle, I love little Hunter’s words of wisdom telling us that she’s “all better.”
my mom died when she was 59 so that meant i was young when she passed, and i see many posts, hugh b brown, your sweet mother marlajayne, and other referrences to the dying or sprit world and wanted this to be in responce to all of them,,thanks