Send Me My Flowers Now

As many of you are finding out, my blessed mother, who is nearly 92yrs of age has roundedthat corner of life. I recieved the call that she was being rushed to the hospital. For the next week theere would be a procession of well-wishers and sincerely interested friends and family members, all of them endeavoring to pay their respects and honor the women they had all come to know as the "Tough old Bird".

As Mom lay there I remembered a profound conversation I recently had with a dear client. She too was interested in the condition of my mom. I told her how confused and somewhat angry I was becoming. Mom was a proud women. She was tough and matt of fact about most of life. If you didn't want her opinion on a subject, then you probably shouldn't ask her. She was the kind of person who would walk up to those young boys who were wearing sagging jeans and pull them up for them.

Mom was truly her own person. You could say all you wanted and her methods but you always knew where you stood with Mom.

That's the Mom I wanted everyone to remember, not the shadow of herself but the vibrant Jamaican Bird. As people paraded into the darkened room and gasped at how far she had fallen all I could think was, "This is wrong!" If you wantec to convey your love and respect to MOM, then you had your chance.

I know it might sound harsh but when my time comes for me to go home please don't be surprised if visitors are not allowed. Spend the time now conveying your love, honor and respect. Send My Flowers Now while I can still appreciate their smell. When I am on deaths door the sweet smell of flowers won't do me any good. So friends Send Me My Flowers now...