I could postpone the inevitable and resort to life support. I could unfold our 60-foot hay tarp, round up all the blankets and throws, and cover the flowers at night. Well, I’d still have the flowers for a while, but the yard would look trashy with the covers spread out all over it to dry.
Grief counselors say that funerals and memorial services provide much-needed closure. Hmm. A bagpiped Amazing Grace or bugled Taps would be nice, but I don’t have or play either. Actually, The Circle of Life would be much more appropriate, but I have no African drum or Lion King soundtrack.
I guess I’ll just have to mourn unceremoniously and alone (save for the honey- and bumblebees). No one in their right mind will think to send a card or drop off a casserole just because my flowers succumbed to hypothermia!
“I'll convert their weeping into laughter, lavishing comfort, invading their grief with joy.” –JEREMIAH 31:13