March, and when I'm not at work, I'm helping Jimmy live his lastdays.I love JImmy. At one point in time we were next door neighbors. He had hostas arranged along with sitting stumps around a fire pit in his back yard. We loved our flowers. Jimmy would tend Granny's "Pineys" as she once called her peonies...... when she was alive that is.
JImmy moved up from Mississippi when he learned the family was going to place his grandmother in a nursing home. No one was able to care for her as they all were working and she could no longer be left alone. She was just too old to care for herself and getting senile, as well.
Up from Mississippi came JImmy to take care of her. She had taken care of him as a boy, and by God, he'd care for her now.
She wasn't used to him in her house, and would be startled every time she'd see him. He lovingly moved into the basement, his bed by the furnace and a little sitting room rigged up with curtains so she couldn't see him from the old wringer washer she still used. He'd tiptoe around and check in on her
without her even knowing. She finally had to go to a nursing facility, as she lost bodily control, but by then her mind was gone as well and she died shortly thereafter.
Now Jimmy is going to die soon. As I tend my needy June garden, I ponder the cycle of life, and think we are here only for a season. I've known my dear friend sinceJanuary of 1986, when I was pregnant with my son. Funny, but we had a mutual disliking at first. We became
neighbors and learned to love each other through the years.These flowers I water remind me of the color and beauty which surround JImmy. As he withers, I remember the life he lived with gusto, and I sing to him softly as he settles into what shall soon be his final slumber.
Then I shall be left to tend my garden,and water it with tears.
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we sometimes miss
its sutleties and all
with loves kiss
So lovely a write and pics