It begins (Genesis 2:8) and ends (John 19:41) in a garden.
Today I had a chat with my mother Sally in the Memorial Garden. I told her how much I missed her and how much I still need her.
In the gentle breeze blowing the nascent blooming jasmine framing the bench on which I sat, in the burgeoning pedestrian pink pansy, in the swaying of the palm fronds, she whispered, “I am here.”
A little girl ran through the covered walkway surrounding the garden singing, “BEST DAY EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”