Almost 10 years ago our mailbox was filled with sympathy cards, and our phones and doorbell rang often by those wanting to check on us after our son Elliot died. We eventually cleaned out his room and shared his clothes and toys in ways we believed honored God and Elliot's memory.
So many things came and went in the blink of an eye, which is why people often gift plants after a loss. It's something that can grow with us as we grow and move forward, all while remembering our loved one who died.
I kill plants... all plants. My ancestors would be mortified at my inability to keep alive anything that's green. I immediately killed several plants gifted to us after Elliot's death. What a horrible feeling! The two remaining plants were promptly rescued by my husband, who took them to live in his office. He would often send pictures, much like a babysitter does for a parent who likes to know all the happenings of a child while they are away. If the child is happy and thriving, then the parent feels much less guilty about being away. Ron would share how the plants were holding up and all the nice things his clients would say about them. It felt good to know they were safe and thriving under his care - all guilt was lifted!
One of the remaining plants died a few years ago, and the other returned to our home when Ron got a new job and office with no windows. While Ron has remained its primary caretaker while under our roof, I have occasionally rotated it so that each side can enjoy the sunlight. I'm such a responsible plant owner... I've only knocked it off the pedestal once!