At the End of the Day


in Happiness

Where to begin? It seemed like a simple idea. A kind gesture. A way to connect with a few of the neighbors.

We made pink posies in honor of May Day.

Slender stalks of tulips and carnations bound with tissue paper and ribbon were transformed into magical bits of spring. Carried by two charming young ladies in flouncy dresses – who were bubbling over with excitement at the prospect of sharing their gifts – off we went.

At the first house, we were greeted with a smile and memories. The flowers brought memories of a daughter and how childhood May Days had been celebrated together. The daughter now lived far away in another state. She was missed.

At the second house, we were greeted with a smile and loneliness. “Oh! How lovely to be remembered,” were the words we heard followed by a quiet revelation that a husband of 59 years had passed away a few months ago.

At the third house, we were greeted with a smile and loss. They were downsizing. Actually, they weren’t just downsizing, they were losing their home. Two retired high school teachers who had lived in the neighborhood for untold years.

As with most things, giving reaps the greatest rewards.

I was reminded that, at the end of the day, what matters is that we have celebrated moments and made an effort to connect with others on each step of our journey. That we shared grief and joy.

At the end of the day, what matters is that we are content with who we are. Kids will have grown. Loves will leave. Possessions may be lost. But we will still be here.

At the end of the day, what matters is that we took the time to welcome spring and to be astonished – yet again – with her persistent beauty.

What will matter to you?

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{ 5 comments… read them below or add one }

Sandra May 3, 2011 at

Whew dear lady! Isn’t that the truth. We so need to connect.


Andrea May 3, 2011 at

I know you get it. Thanks, Sandra!


Vanessa@Luxuria May 4, 2011 at

Wow! What a wonderful post. It actually brought a lump to my throat as I read about each of your neighbors, and thought about my own mum whom I lost when I was only 25, and she only 49.
A great reminder of “stopping to smell the roses” or in this case the posies :-)


Andrea May 4, 2011 at

The whole thing was quite impactful and I couldn’t put it into words for the longest time. Thank you for sharing about your mother. It is a poignant reminder to appreciate and treasure those you love.


gee backhouse May 8, 2011 at

Celebrating moments at each step of our journey is what life’s about. Lovely words, as always. Amitiés, Gee
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