In 1989, my grandmother Dunn passed away and a plant from her funeral was given a home at my father's office. It was a vining plant and grew to encompass the edge of the ceiling in the main lobby area: I estimate its length to have been well over 100 feet. Thieves broke in, one day, and robbed the office and took with them, unbelievably, the plant. A small clipping remained and was cared for until it revived and grew again to its former length. At my grandfather Dunn's funeral this week, there were many flowers and plants given by those who showed their condolences. I purposely sought out a vining plant with hopes it would grow as my grandmother's had grown. I am not a sentimental person, however, the daily, visual reminder of my grandparents is priceless to me. They were soldiers of the faith, steady and true, and, now, finally together again. Blessed with an incredible example of sacrifice and service, I am proud to be their granddaughter and thankful for the privilege to have been born a Dunn.
What I think about, wonder, and contemplate. Nothing too deep or sensational. You're safe here.
Saturday, July 6, 2013
A Token
In 1989, my grandmother Dunn passed away and a plant from her funeral was given a home at my father's office. It was a vining plant and grew to encompass the edge of the ceiling in the main lobby area: I estimate its length to have been well over 100 feet. Thieves broke in, one day, and robbed the office and took with them, unbelievably, the plant. A small clipping remained and was cared for until it revived and grew again to its former length. At my grandfather Dunn's funeral this week, there were many flowers and plants given by those who showed their condolences. I purposely sought out a vining plant with hopes it would grow as my grandmother's had grown. I am not a sentimental person, however, the daily, visual reminder of my grandparents is priceless to me. They were soldiers of the faith, steady and true, and, now, finally together again. Blessed with an incredible example of sacrifice and service, I am proud to be their granddaughter and thankful for the privilege to have been born a Dunn.
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apostolic,
faith,
heritage,
Jesus' name baptism,
Legacy
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Bartlett, TN, USA
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I can relate... I'll tag you in a picture of our favorite. We call it our Gammy Plant, and we all (my mom, sister and I) have clippings from the original which belonged to my maternal Great-Grandmother. My grandmother's used to get huge every summer on her patio until finally she'd unceremoniously cut it back, chop it in half, and turn two into one. .. well, many, actually. The cuttings, like the Philodendron you pictured, sprouts roots the same way. They are so much better than flowers... last Summer mine was devastated in the backyard, burned by the sun and delicate and then completely demolished in a microburst... as you'll see it came out just fine. I'm sorry for your loss, Alicia. I still miss my grandmother daily, but, like you, the stupid plant gives me comfort. As does her little breakfast table, where she spent every morning and the better part of many days, at which I presently type. We are luckier for having them in our lives and better people for sure. I hope you are feeling well, Alicia. I think of you often. :)
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