Yesterday was another very special day for us as we held a Remembrance Day for Amy. It was held in the garden I wrote about in my last post, my sister’s garden, the one Amy had grown up in and where the next generation are growing too.
Amy’s dad Phil had created a beautiful rose bed, at the boys request as they wanted rose bushes of all colours for their mum. Phil’s mum is commemorated there as well and there are luscious blooms with names like Ingrid Bergman, Happy Smiles, Moody blue, Sweet Child of Mine and the one that makes us all laugh – Hanky Panky, a delightfully cheeky apricot and coral number that shines out of it’s dark green foliage.
My sister Kate has been planning this day for some time and over recent weeks all of us have been going over to paint pebbles large and small in bright and luminous colours. Every pebble has a special meaning to us and is something we shared with Amy or something that reminds us of her.
In the end there are so many stones and seeing them all together is quite breathtaking. The whole process has been incredibly therapeutic and the garden provided a soothing backdrop to the intense concentration as we all poured out our love into the stones.
So the day dawns misty at first but soon it is hot and sunny with a crystal clear sky, a blue that almost hurts to look at it. Gradually we all gather together knowing that our sad and solemn moment must come as the earth receives our darling girl. There she lies at peace alongside a beloved grandmother and near the pets she knew and loved, under the sky, the heat of the sun and the light of the moon and stars.
As the sun climbs the sky we all relax and I close my eyes and listen to life going on around me. Children playing in the paddling pool, Grown ups laughing, birds singing in the hedge. All held here by love. The love we have for Amy and the love we have for each other as her family and friends. Something indefinably precious and powerful that hovers in the air.
The roses fling their blowsy blooms of brilliant scented colour against the fence that keeps us all gathered in. Vibrant life -filled space where the loved ones lie. And the stones come out and are gently placed, each one in exactly the right spot. The rose bed adorned with glowing colours, carefully crafted from the days of our lives we shared with Amy and the memories she leaves with us.
Attention turns to food, friendship and family fun, all the things that make the day even more special. Pasties, Pimms, cream tea and cakes. Tears and laughter mingled with sunshine and fresh air. Folk come and stand to look at the beautiful stones, feeling their sadness and their joy.
A friend’s baby is expected soon, a wedding is being planned and the circle of life continues. Birth, life and death are all mixed up together in the garden, in the beautiful garden with the beautiful stones with our beautiful girl at rest. Everything and everyone in the garden is lovely………
With all my love