Granny’s Violets

Growing up, I met a most peculiar woman. She was at the time 85 years old and the great-grandmother of a childhood friend. In fact, she was my dad’s best friend grandmother [ are you following this ]. Granny Gow lived at the end of our street, by the river, in an old ragged green house. She had never had any money and survived on very little. I didn’t know much about her except that she had a piano which could be “switched” into a harpsichord , that she made the most awesome cookies and that she had the most beautiful plants. So, a few times a year, when my friend Kyla would visit, we would end up at Granny’s house and enjoy sandwiches and snacks and conversation.

As Life would have it, Granny kept growing old and eventually had to be placed in the hospital. [ which she escaped a few times for she did NOT want to be told what to do … ]. During one of our last visits at her house with my mom, she handed her over a pink violet – or what she said was a pink violet. The plant had not blossomed in some time , but she wanted my mom to take one. Which Mom did with extreme excitement. Granny was the plant lover of the town and to have one of hers was quite the honor. Mom brought it home, found a special place for the violet and took care of it. The leaves remained strong and green. But there was never a flower to be seen. And so, we waited …… and wondered if one day, it would sprout !

Granny Gow eventually fell asleep and moved on to Spirit World to take care of the Universal gardens. I remember crying with my parents about the loss of such a wonderful human being. And then Life moved on – as it always does – and though we still missed her, we didn’t talk about Granny as much….

It had been a few months since her passing to Spirit World. My mom one day was all excited during her Saturday morning chores: Granny’s violet had finally bloomed. One little pink bud – adorning the green leaves. The next day, there was another one – and yet another, and another. The violet kept blooming and blooming and got very big. My mother decided that it was time to divide the plant into other pots… And the plants kept blooming and blooming…. My mom’s friends came over to see the plants – and she shared them with her. I think all of the neighborhood was given a Granny Gow violet….. We always laughed when we talked about it – but Mom said that Granny lived on in the plants – that her Love and Spirit for Life had kept on through the beautiful pink flowers…. It was my first real sign that Life DOES go on when you move on to another realm.

Last year, when Mom was placed in a home because of her own Life Journey, I went upstairs and found the remnants of one of Granny’s violet plants. It had died, because Mom’s memory had prevented her from watering the plant and so, it could no longer live. I cried hard that day, knowing that they had meant so much to Granny and to my Mom …. and that cycle had ended – along with the happy memories which went along with the little plant… It was such a beautiful story – one woman, one plant , many lives touched. I also smiled because of all the memories attached to a great woman and her little plant…. I am willing to bet that our older neighbors still have one of Granny’s violets blooming in the sunshine of their homes…

Yesterday, I went to the grocery store to get items for supper. African violets were on sale. I bought one …..violets

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It’s Time ….

We’re really missing the point as a society – and many of us are therefore going back to basics.

If you have a career which is as demanding as mine – you can easily work 24 hours a day – seven days a week.  It’s easy to forget others and most of all – yourself.

In a society driven on results and performance, I think that it’s time that we take a moment to slow down and also refocus our energies on most important priorities:  Family.  Friends. Health.  Happiness.

You get one Life.  ( ….. Well – perhaps more – but we’Re talking about this current one …. )

One chance to make lasting connections which will outlast  Time and Generations.

To have memories of a Happy  Life – you need to BE THERE and actually have or create moments which will in turn become memories.

Too many people forget .  And live to regret the moments that could have been …. that should have been ….. but that never were.  It’s very sad .

In the end, it’s all about choices and priorities.  Balance between Family, Friends, Work – while maintaining your sense of wonder towards the Universe and its grandeur.

This year, more than ever, I am attempting to strike that equilibrium and it certainly has not always been easy.  But it has been worth it.  I’m happier.  Calmer.  And have come to realize the meaning of Life.

Another stepping stone on my pathway of Life. I am trying to give my best efforts to everything that I undertake – one moment at a time . While striving for excellence …. While maintaining peace. Happiness.

You know this  wonderful quote by now :  I use it which  uses all the time :  Wherever you are – BE ! …..

And I am ….. Finally …. Here ….

I hope I’ll see you soon here with me ….

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A Quote from my Father’s Journal

Let all those who aspire to greatness

remember this:

Whether or not we realize it, we are all on a mission …

Now whether this goal bears fruit is up to each one to decide…

in his or her own way .seeing

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From my Father’s Journals ….

Give a Poet pen and paper 


He too will show you eternity….

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this sums it up for today ….. xo

Bill's Musings

imageWhen life gives you lemons, you’re supposed to make lemonade. It’s an axiom we have lived with for a long time in my family. Autism, Aspergers, Alzheimers, strokes, and heartaches  aside, life can be pretty amazing.

It’s the transitions that are the most challenging to me. Sometimes they are good tramsitions, like starting something new, changing grades or schools, preparing for a vacation, and a million other things. And of course, there are some bad, often nasty transitions, which can test our metle. Either way, they prevent our lives from being pure vanilla.

Our loved ones’ health is a transition which is often a roller coaster of emptions and events.  It’s times like these that show us so much.

I don’t want to be morbd or downcast here. Quite the contrary. The gift of our lives, and the creation and maintenance of relationships is a beautiful, scary thing. There are…

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From my Father’s Journals – 3

We’re not made of the stuff of the Stars –

but the Stars are made of the stuff of us …

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From My Father’s Journals …. 2

In this World, there is nothing more important than a loving family …

In such a nucleus, you can grow up as an individual, free to be yourself, to dream dreams, knowing that you’re loved forever.

A loving family helps you to grow –

to cast your dreams forward …. to see the possible in the impossible …

(…)  take this flame and pass it on to your own family – in this way, we can all yell out to the Cosmos:  Oh what a journey this has been –

What A team we’ve made …..

The dream lives on  – now and forever …

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