This morning when we got up.... after a wild night of
thunderstorms.... we found Mom's most favorite plant - her rose bush - was smashed. During the wild and windy night the umbrella had fallen over on it (even though it was tied to the railing to stop it from doing just that!!!) Mom was so angry and annoyed because this is a special rose - it reminds our Mom of her Mom who passed away 10 years ago. Then Mom turned on the TV and heard of all the deaths, injuries and destruction that had occurred from the tornadoes that devastated the central part of country yesterday. Mom's anger disappeared and she thought about how she could at least prune her rose and it would grow back - but all those lives that had been 'pruned' away by natures forces - they would never grow back.
It got Mom to thinking about a story she read some time back... about a particular African tribe that believes when someone dies they are carried to the great resting place in a canoe and that everyone in the tribe must cry and wail freely so that their tears become a river on which the canoe travels. Today we cry many tears in the hope that those that leave us travel safely to the Rainbow Bridge where they will cross into the 'other' place - a place where the light is always bright, the air is always warm and those that have gone before will be waiting with open arms and wagging tails. Life may have been pruned away in a blink - but be assured the memories of those lives will bloom forever.