Today is the three-year anniversary since my dad passed away. I miss his sweetness and his physical presence. Our family dynamics have changed a lot without him.
In his way, I gathered more hyacinths for our humble planting strip. I cut off the brown fern fronds, beautifying our entrance. He is with me as I garden, beautify our entrance, and look to the sky for birds or clouds as we approach Groundhog Day’s promise of renewal.
In what way do you honor the anniversaries of the deceased? Can you embody the best of them and let go of the rest? Ki to Happiness gardens in the dead of winter for the promise of spring.