I did not remember doing this at all, but I guess that in my grief, on the night he died, I went outside and picked a last little sprig of Bleeding Heart, and put it in John's hand.
About a year after John died, I had put the left over ashes from Sally's reserve into the sand at Provincetown.
I had sealed one of John's little boxes with a small amount of ashes and we buried them in the family burial plot.
So there was a tiny bit of ash left over, when I visited my sister in Maine. We put it into her garden at the base of her Bleeding Heart plant.
Today was OK for me, but I kept myself very busy so far. A little Italian beef stew, still to get the potatoes, and working on the tiny house in the yard to keep occupied It worked.
Then I returned a call from my sister. She did not remember that it was our second anniversary today. She just related what was going on today. She said that her Bleeding Heart plant was doing its normal thing. This time of year they turn yellow, and slowly die down to the ground till next year. She said that as this one yellowed, every branch had sprouted a tiny Bleeding Heart plant between the divisions in the branches. And on each one were tiny Bleeding Heart blossoms. Something neither of us had ever heard of before.
Thanks John...Happy Anniversary to you too.
