I was so excited to see this week that my peonies are finally blooming. My father-in-law helped me plant them in our yard last spring. He has a green thumb, so it is a really good thing that he was helping me. He actually got them to plant next to Cora’s memorial stone. But when spring came around last year we hadn’t put Cora’s stone in yet. So we planted them in my yard instead. We are hoping to transplant some of them this fall. But for now, I am enjoying the pretty pink blooms.
Cora is buried in a country cemetery near our house. I actually could walk there if I wanted to. And I drive by it all the time. I like that because I can “check on her” from a distance. But honestly, I really don’t like going to the cemetery. I know it is very healing for some people. And maybe that will change for me. But right now, I just don’t like it. To me the cemetery is full of reminders of death and caskets and funerals. And I hate that. I hate letting my mind go back to the pain and trauma of having to bury my little girl. It is too hard.
But one thing I love about her cemetery is that their are peonies everywhere. It is just beautiful around this time of year. And for the short two weeks or so that the peonies bloom, it is such an awesome reminder to me of LIFE…even in the cemetery. And I love that. Because we serve a God who has conquered death–a God of LIFE. And Cora’s life continues beyond the grave. I need to be reminded of that so often.
So we thought that Cora needed her own peonies. Pink of course. And I have a feeling that taking a trip to Cora’s peonies in the spring might become a family tradition. We could even bring some back to the house as a reminder of Cora’s precious life. A reminder of that incredible day when we will see Cora again and live for eternity in the presence of God. What a sweet day that will be.