Good morning. Just in case you did not know the first day of spring is on March the 20th this year. I am so ready for walking in the mornings again and seeing our trees out front start budding. I love those two trees. Almost as much as I do my dogs.
Have you ever heard of a old television show called, "My mother the car?" Is was out in the sixties sometime. It only lasted one season. The show starred Jerry Van Dyke. Dick Van Dyke's brother. The premise of the show was this guy(Jerry Van Dyke) bought this real old car because he believed his mother's spirit was in that car. It was kind of funny really because he would go out to the garage and talk to the car and his Mother talked back.She was always getting him into trouble. Well it really could happen you know, so don't be so quick to laugh at the idea.
Now I may get just a little strange here. I'll try to curb my strangeness though. My daughter's Dad died five years ago. I married him when I was seventeen and we divorced when I was eighteen, we had one child. She was his only child. I was way to young at seventeen to marry a guy eleven years older than me as I was a immature seventeen and he was a older experienced twenty-eight. But marry we did. I spent the whole time when I wasn't going home to Momma ,just crying all the time. Oh I loved him though as much as you can when you are seventeen and don't even know who you really are. I waited when we divorced and he remarried one day later to die. As you can see by these words I am typing I didn't die, though at the time I sure thought I was going too.
I am sorry to say he was not a much better Dad than he was a husband. I truly believe though he did the best he was emotional able to do. He spent his life looking for that special woman, he had so many women that truly loved him. But he could only stay so long, then off seeking, always seeking. Then he died alone with only his daughter that he never took much time for and sister with him. None of those long list of women were there for him at the end.
All those wasted years I thought as my brother and I stood by his graveside at the service. His pallbearers were his grandsons that he never took the time to know. But I think as he lay dying he felt such remorse that he had not been there for his family. I believe he regreted his life. But then when we come to the end of the road we all have regrets, don't you think?
Now comes where I get real strange. Will had a plant sent, a beautiful tropical plant. Green leafs that turn also pink and orange. It is gorgeous. After the funeral the Mortuary brought the house plants to Billie. Her not doing well with plants called and asked if I wanted it. I said yes. Now what I think happened is Mike thought he was going to go to little Billie's and just jumped in the plant. Now don't start shaking your head in disbelief, hear me out. By the time he realized that he wound up with me his spirit had settled down, so he just stayed. So after all these years we are together again.
I call the plant Miksell. When nobody is around and I am feeling in a nice mood I pat his leafs and call him Mikey. He has flourished. Him and I pretty much stayed friends over the years, the only problem I had with him was he I felt did not treat our daughter right. But now that he is a plant I feel no ill will at him at all. I have gotten very attached to him in fact. I have not told my husband that I think his spirit lives in the plant. Though he does know I call it Miksell.
Now all this sounds very strange I am sure. But just think a minute. Maybe our souls do hang around awhile. it could be possible. But you all know I am just teasing right? Right? But in the over all scheme of things it doesn't really matter either way, does it?
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