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The crabapples are blooming
Thursday - May 04, 2006 10:14 AM in
My neighbor discovered a few weeks ago that she had a brain tumor. Two surgeries later, she's back at home, and I met her this morning walking out to pick up the newspaper, leaning on the arm of her husband.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"She starts chemo on Monday," her husband replied.
"I'm enjoying being out in the weather." she added.
It was indeed a lovely morning, one of those perfect spring days in Minnesota. A little cool, clear skies, the air tasted clean.
I said I was glad to see her back home again, made some polite small-talk about the weather, and turned to head back into my house.
"The crabapples are blooming," she called, before I had gone more than a few steps. I have a pair of crabapple trees in my front yard which are lovely for about two weeks every year, and butt-ugly the rest of the time. "I'm glad for every minute I'm here to see them."
It occurred to me then that most of us don't like to think about the end of our lives, but this is a woman who is face-to-face with her mortality. She knows that she could be in the very last days of her life, and she wanted me to understand that we are only given a very limited number of perfect springtime days.
So, Kris, this blog entry is dedicated to you. You are in our hearts, and I hope you recover to enjoy many many more perfect springtime days.
Posted by Peter Leppik
"She starts chemo on Monday," her husband replied.
"I'm enjoying being out in the weather." she added.
It was indeed a lovely morning, one of those perfect spring days in Minnesota. A little cool, clear skies, the air tasted clean.
I said I was glad to see her back home again, made some polite small-talk about the weather, and turned to head back into my house.
"The crabapples are blooming," she called, before I had gone more than a few steps. I have a pair of crabapple trees in my front yard which are lovely for about two weeks every year, and butt-ugly the rest of the time. "I'm glad for every minute I'm here to see them."
It occurred to me then that most of us don't like to think about the end of our lives, but this is a woman who is face-to-face with her mortality. She knows that she could be in the very last days of her life, and she wanted me to understand that we are only given a very limited number of perfect springtime days.
So, Kris, this blog entry is dedicated to you. You are in our hearts, and I hope you recover to enjoy many many more perfect springtime days.
Posted by Peter Leppik
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