Thursday, May 31, 2012
A New Clock
At work, today, we had a very loud bird singing to us. The greenhouse doors are open the entire time we are open for business. No matter what the weather is outside. We have birds flying into the greenhouse all the time. I watched a hummingbird sip from the impatient tables on Wednesday. R found two baby opossums sleeping in one of the pot containers yesterday morning and a bullfrog has set up housekeeping in the water plants container. Work is not quiet. And the resident chipmunks race in and out feeding on the sunflowers seeds in the bird food aisle. We need a cat. Every greenhouse needs a cat.
I managed to adopt out three more tomatoes and two peppers or perhaps it was three peppers. I didn't bring any plant material home today.
I helped an older customer by bagging seed potatoes for him. And going down to the greenhouse for a pumpkin and a slicing cucumber start. I also carried a bag of fertilizer out to his truck. One of the girls at the front counter got him a folding to chair to sit on while I was finding things. He handed me his check so I could fill it out after he signed it and wrote in the total. I was nearly overcome with grief. His situation (age and health) were so close to what my dad was like in his last years. My dad had to hand his checks to others to write after he signed. Even writing this breaks my heart. I came back in from putting his things in the truck (I had no idea how he would get them out) and as I walked quickly to the lunchroom I said, he reminds me so much of my dad. And that was all I could say.
It's nearly Father's Day. I wish I had been a better daughter to my dad. I wish I had spent more time with him. I wish most of all that he would have come to live here with us so we could have made the last years happy ones for him. But he wanted me to leave my home and come live in his. I went when I could but my life was here. Was that selfish of me? Today, with this old guy, I felt it was. He was so tired, old and weak but still wanting to plant potatoes and a pumpkin. At his own house. In his own way.
I, almost, it was very close, offered to follow him home and help plant those potatoes.
Posted by Joanne S at 5/31/2012 05:34:00 PM
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Bless your heart Joanne~! I understand!
No, you did the right thing. You had your life to live, and you offered to help him if he could come and live with you. I had my mother live with me for 8 years, and then she was able to get her own place. She was very independent, and our parents want to be independent. I now I would have a terrible time living with my children and their families, but I wouldn't expect them to live with me. You have to be understanding as a parent. The younger are still living their lives!~ But bless your heart for missing your dad, and loving him even today, and feeling such deep emotions~ ♥♥♥
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