In the three years I’ve been in California, my Birds of Paradise never bloomed. These beautiful tropical flowers are my Mom’s favorite. They line the walkway to her front door, leading me to Mom every time I visit. I’ve wanted so much for mine to blossom, to keep me connected in some way to Mom on a daily basis. But unlike Mom’s Birds, mine would not spread their wings and sing. It was only this week when my Mom was preparing to undergo a serious medical procedure and I was filled with anxiety that mine blossomed, as if to say to me, “Don’t worry, Sue. Everything is going to be okay.”
Well everything did turn out okay this week. Mom is safe from immediate harm and is recuperating with family members close by, as it should be, as I hoped it would be, as I believed it would be.
I cannot adequately express the joy I’m feeling with my own words, so I’ll let Judy Garland and Gene Kelly do it for me. And like the sign above their piano says “Where There’s Music, There’s Love,” so I dedicate this song to my Mom. . . .
I love you, Mom.