Yesterday I got the sweetest request from K. It had been a day. Oy Vey. We’ll talk about that tomorrow. Anyway, K asked if she could be my guest blogger for the day! And the way yesterday was going, I needed a guest blogger in the worst way!!! So, please enjoy these beautiful words from my own sweet K, who “Stepped” up to teach me the beauty of having a daughter when I need one so very much.
Enjoy
Guest Blogger Alert!
Every morning I arise and open up Grieving Gardener blog in hopes of reading something about my dad or how my dad’s widow is doing for the day. If you are a daily reader, you know me as K, the other half of T&K (the twins, kids but really adults). This blog has allowed me to grieve and heal all at the same time. And I feel it’s important and time for you to know a little about your daily writer.
J came into our lives when we were just nine years old. She has always been kind and loving to everyone she comes across. As she has had to grieve the past two and half years, she has also been our rock, the person we could turn to when we needed to relive a memory or just reflect on what an incredible smart man our father was. She never hesitates to answer a call or a text, no matter how small or big the matter is. She opens her doors to my brother and I every three to six months so we can visit with her, sit at our father’s desk, use our father’s tools and just sit in her oasis of a yard to let us grieve in our each and individual ways. Today I will share with her reader’s one of the most special things she has done for me.
When my father passed away, I had to depart the residence when they came to pick up his body. As I walked down the hill, in their most unique town they lived in, I sat on a huge rock. Trying to process what had just happened, the fact that I had just lost one of the smartest men in my life, I looked up at the sky and asked my father for a sign, how will I know you are around?
As I sat there, a bee started to buzz around my head. I thought, oh no, not a bee. Dad, is this really going to be your sign? Then when back home, I looked at the sky again and asked my father, how do I know you are around, and once again, a bee landed right on the mirror of my car and just sat there.
And so it was, the bee was my sign. Anytime J feels me struggling, I magically find something in my mailbox shortly after with a beautiful bee on it. Whether it be the flour towel that hangs in my kitchen or the sign that sticks in my garden, these beautiful gestures from our Grieving Gardener (otherwise known as my step-mom) have become some of those most treasured things in my home.
I just wanted to share with her readers, what a kind, healing soul J has been to my brother and I, and as she puts those words on her computer screen day after day, she not only provides you, her readers advice and suggestions, but she allows this grieving daughter a glimpse into her life and the beautiful memories she had with my father.
So, as she ends each of her blogs, I ask each of you to never hesitate to share your story, even in the smallest way, you may not realize what an impact you can have on your listener or reader because we all heal in individual ways. Thank you to J, for allowing me to jump on her blog and let her readers know what a kind, compassionate person she is.
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I love you, K.
J
*Just a note about K. She is the most amazing teacher. An even more wonderful woman. Almost at the brink of being an empty nester, she watches over her grown family as they find their way in the world.
K is the best mother and wife I know. She shines so brightly in this world. God knew I needed a daughter. He knew K needed an extra mom. HE get’s things right every time. We are so blessed to have each other as we share memories of the man who meant everything to both of us, Dr. Terry Lee Hurt.