While sick at home this last week, I spent the little time I could spend outside building a meditation garden under a ramada to honor my recently deceased father-in-law Eugene Battle Smith.
It does me so good — and many of you have probably experienced this personally — to plant a tree or vine in honor of someone I’ve loved. We vote for life and accept the dignity of death all at the same time every time whenever we witness those plants grow and flower and fruit over the following months.
Words can’t express the loss we feel when a family member departs from daily conversations or from the singing of familiar songs. But the plants are like a salve that repeats to us quietly, “life goes on…life goes on.”