When Gail and I were still working together at Instant Check Cash, she brought a small plant over to my new apartment. "This plant needs you Megan" she said to me. (Gail always treated her plants and animals like they were her kids.) "I just feel like you need to have something to take care of." Gail was always mothering me, and I think she secretly wanted me to get married and have kids so she could "mother" them too. I kept my promise, and adopted the little green sprout (an off-shoot of one of Gail's own houseplants).
Ever since that day, the plant was virtually ignored. It moved with me from apartment to apartment, and eventually found it's way to the kitchen windowsill at my home. I had this tiny sucker before I even married Mike, and in all that time it's sat in the same small, plastic container that Gail brought it to me in! I finally felt that on the anniversary of Gail's passing, this little plant (who had survived feast and famine) deserved to have a place of honor in my home. I bought a colorful pot I thought Gail would approve of, and fitted it with Miracle Grow, potting soil and water. Now it sits on my kitchen table, cherished and beautiful, just as Gail was. I love that even after my dear friend is gone, I still have something of hers to remind me of all the things we shared together.
2 comments:
Great Story. That's why I dig heirlooms and antiques. They always have a story.
The plant looks beautiful! I have almost given up on houseplants. Some of mine are looking pretty pathetic. I can't understand why I love plants and flowers outside, but can't keep them pretty inside??
that's really sweet meg. gail would feel really good seeing this post. :)
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