Today has been a long one. I won't bore you with the details. The weatherman said it would be in the upper 80s so we walked early.
Jilda's John Rose was blooming. We're not sure what kind of rose it is but our dear friend John Elliott gave it to us. The day we planted it, we christened it the John Rose. Sadly, he died of a type of virulent cancer less than a year afterward. That was in 1993. He died during the deepest snow we've ever had here.
The funeral home rolled the coffin out for his wife and sister to view before the wake started. When he opened the lid, it was an 80-year-old woman in his coffin. His wife and sister looked at each other and howled with laughter. The funeral director was beside himself. He was thinking they would be angry instead both of them almost had hygiene issues. You see, John was a character. He sucked the nectar from each day. His wife and sister saw it for what it was. John played one last prank on them.
We both miss Ol' John, but we're thankful he gave us a rose bush. You'll have to visit Jilda's blog to see the rose because I wouldn't dare steal her photo. Click here.
I do have a photo of the first blueberry of the season.
Jilda's John Rose was blooming. We're not sure what kind of rose it is but our dear friend John Elliott gave it to us. The day we planted it, we christened it the John Rose. Sadly, he died of a type of virulent cancer less than a year afterward. That was in 1993. He died during the deepest snow we've ever had here.
The funeral home rolled the coffin out for his wife and sister to view before the wake started. When he opened the lid, it was an 80-year-old woman in his coffin. His wife and sister looked at each other and howled with laughter. The funeral director was beside himself. He was thinking they would be angry instead both of them almost had hygiene issues. You see, John was a character. He sucked the nectar from each day. His wife and sister saw it for what it was. John played one last prank on them.
We both miss Ol' John, but we're thankful he gave us a rose bush. You'll have to visit Jilda's blog to see the rose because I wouldn't dare steal her photo. Click here.
I do have a photo of the first blueberry of the season.
I would love to be able to pick fresh blue berries.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely to have laughter at a funeral. And for John to be remembered as a prankster.
ReplyDeleteYour blueberry is special.
What a good story... John sure didn't lost his sense of humour, lol... I'm glad that the wife and daughter took it so well. I guess they really felt his presence near by.
ReplyDeleteThe rose is also a beautiful story.
Hugs, Julia
Cute story and how the women took it. It’s good to get in a laugh. Im sure if he had his way, he would have planned it like that. Haha.
ReplyDeleteLisa
It shows a loving relationship with the family. It is really heartwarming.
ReplyDeleteThat is hysterical! Who would ever think that could happen? God knew they needed one last smile from John! I hope you & Jilda have a wonderful upcoming week. Hugs- Diana
ReplyDeleteOMG! I’m glad his family laughed and felt he played a final prank but wowzers to have the wrong coffin. It sounds like he was a fun and caring person. I love the blueberry photo which is so vibrant looking and the berries are so blue..much better than the store bought. Off to Jilda’s blog to check out the rose
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