Ease Someone Else’s Heartache

I have no idea who to thank for these, I thought as I looked at two more boxes of flowers that came with an unsigned card. I can’t tell whoever it is I’m allergic to most flowers so their money is better spend donating to honor my mom.

One box had my name. The other box had my mother’s name. It rattled me. I thought about the day, just over a year ago, I sent her a plant to celebrate her completing radiation and chemotherapy. Then, I recalled picking out the flowers for her casket. 

“Would you like one of these bouquets?”

I asked the man who was fixing my front door. “They’re in honor of my mom who passed away.”

“I’m sorry for your loss. Thank you so much, miss,” he replied. “Are you sure?”

“My mother wouldn’t want the flowers to go to waste. She’d want them to be appreciated and bring joy to someone.”

As I headed back to my makeshift office, I passed the box I inherited from my mother’s sister, Lola. She got it from her mother, my grandmother Nettie. The box contains family obituaries, death certificates, baptism certificates, etc…  When I peeked inside, I was struck by the thought that my cousin, who lost both of her parents at a young age, might wants some of the documents about her father and grandmother. 

So, I sent her a message. Seconds later she responded. She said in part, “Crying my eyes out…Now i know my Paternal  history. Now to search for my grandfather’s people now that i know the name… You just changed a whole generation.”

For the rest of the day, I thought about the happiness of those two rather than my pain. 

“To ease another’s heartache is to forget one’s own,” Abraham Lincoln. 

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