This post was originally shared in 2011, but it’s fitting for the Easter season and it’s fitting to remember what a character my Grandma was.
Does any flower scream Easter like the Lily?
Well, for me, there is none other.
As a child, going to church with Grandma I vividly remember the Easter lilies all lined up near the pulpit.
I remember reading through the church bulletin during the Easter service about WHO the lilies were for as they were all purchased in memoriam for someone.
I remember seeing that Grandma purchased one for my Grandpa after he died.
I would look towards the pulpit…wondering which one was ‘his’.
Years later, I would read that there was a lily placed in my Brother’s name.
And two Easters later, my Dad was added to the Easter Lilly collection.
Sadly, our family was filling up the lily section.
Cut to a few years ago when Grandma was still alive and in her mid 90’s; she could no longer get to church for any services.
So Easter morning, the coach and I with the girls loaded up our car and made the hour & forty-minute trek to Grandma’s house in Miami to celebrate Easter.
I had the biggest, whitest lily in the back of the car for Grandma.
When we arrived, she was happy to see us all. She was always happy to see us.
When I handed her the big ole’ white lily…she looked at it, she then looked at me.
That woman could not filter her thoughts whatsoever.
So now, whenever I see a lily…I remember HER.
And then my thoughts roam to stinky funerals; then back to her and her unfiltered funny as heck self.
Do you remember when she called me a PERVERT? Gosh, what are the chances of anyone ever calling me that again?
Wishing everyone a nice Easter wherever you are and with whoever you’re with.