the little daisy that could . . . and a song I love

I think I believed that when she died, this red daisy too would immediately shrivel up and wilt away as the other flowers in the garden have done. Instead, each day since Monday, when we said our earthly goodbyes to someone we loved so very much, this daisy stands tall, rain or shine. Tonight is supposed to be very cold, so what tomorrow brings we'll just have to see.

I haven't too much to say except that today was a back to "normal" day, where we tried to get some things done that needed to be done. It felt good- but that hole was there- the one we knew would be there- and it was hard. It was good too, to be out and about, visiting and smiling, and getting hugs from friends I hadn't seen.

Friends and love, cards and food, kind thoughts and generous gestures keep finding their way here, and for that, we are endlessly grateful. I too am grateful for all the friendships and wonderful people I have known in my life, whether I have heard from them lately or not, whether they are around, alive or dead, or just gone. I feel grateful that I have been touched by so many people, and had so many opportunities to love and learn from so many.

I bought the new Indigo Girls album earlier this year, and this song, Ghost of the Gang, has touched my heart many times thinking of those that I keep close to my heart. I know there are so many times I should have called someone but I didn't, or I just sat missing them quietly. For whatever reason, this song has been on my mind and I thought I would share it, and the lyric that keeps running through my head.

I never called her, to say "I'm sorry my friend."
It's been years, but I'm thinking about you
And all of your tears
And I'm sitting here in the dark
Afraid to make a stupid call
Wishing I could bum a light
From the ghost of the gang tonight