As I write, the Adirondacks are blooming with the possibility that a lush bountiful summer is on the horizon. Harsh memories from the winter have been chased almost into oblivion as moths and toads, beckoned by the warming trend, flutter and chirp through the business of living. Bird song joins the chorus, serenading our entire farm in glorious symphony. It is a soothing celebration.
Sadly, this Memorial Day weekend has also provided an opportunity for my siblings and me to gather around my mother in her hour of need. After fifteen years together, her husband David passed away 2 months shy of his 89th birthday. David and my mother found each other after both were widowed at a young age. Their union was full of adventure that included travels around the world. I am grateful to David for bringing my mother to the Adirondacks every summer to visit me.
Over the years Rod and I have had the pleasure of traveling with Mom, David and all of our family members. To the entire Lane family I extend my heartfelt condolences. Perhaps in the future we can cultivate a plan to meet and share our memories of this lovely man. Until that time you will remain in my thoughts and prayers.
An apple tree was planted for Windy, 2010.
This marker identifies the four corners where Windy, Spy, Murray and Welby are buried.
|Crocuses were planted in Welby's honor.|
|Daffodils, (Murray-dils), bloom in Murray's memory.|
|My siblings and I gather to comfort my mother after the loss of her husband...|
What a beautiful post. It was great that you and your siblings were there for your Mom and it sounds like both your Mom and David were blessed to have each other. You have my deepest sympathies.