Mom had specific ideas about what her memorial should have. Flowers. Music. Flowers. Food. Flowers. Family. Flowers. Friends. Flowers.
Mom was, is, and always be so much of this garden. Holding her Memorial here is as natural as if it were a garden wedding.
Mom did not want a funeral. She said funerals focus on what is gone. She believed the living are who need care when a loved one leaves.
She said that when her "going away party" is held, she is already with God; laughing at what we worried about.
It wasn't until her last year of life that I was "sure" of my mother's Christian faith.
She had entered assisted living because she was not responsible for daily care for herself- yet she was capable of complex conversation on a regular basis.
What she told me on one of our visits was that she chose to be largely silent on faith, because talk is cheap. Actions are what counts.
She told me God wants us to love him; if there is no choice; it cannot be love.
Why she left the door open as to whether we should choose Christianity or not was not a matter of values, it was a matter of love.
If you have a loved one with diminished capacity; stay close. They may still have wisdom to share.
Photographs courtesy of Gene Sasse