Friends and Family Seth

September 28, 2009 at 12:27 am

Forget Me Not

This week a flower bloomed in our household. A lone stem of Forget-me-nots. A cluster of blue perfect petals atop a long winding stem. Much taller a stem than any we have seen grow outside beneath the shade of the trees in our backyard. But that can probably be attributed to the windowsill in which it sits in our downstairs bathroom. This plant stretched to see the light, as rays of sunshine only hit that room a few hours every day.
In fact, this plant has taken a very long time to grow and bloom. It was planted April 19Th. It took a full one hundred and sixty days to put forth it’s flower. Part of it was probably the less than ideal growing spot. Combine that with the care of a nine year old boy. Sometimes too much water, sometimes too long in between watering. But in the end Seth was happy to see the flowers come to be this week.
Because this indeed is his plant. Sowed in the midst of his first real touch of loss and grief the day after his Sunday School teacher was suddenly taken to heaven. In the infinite wisdom and thinking of his other teacher, the class planted Forget-me-not seeds the morning after. To remind them to treasure what they had learned from her and to remember the greater plans of God.
So in a bittersweet moment yesterday evening we quietly acknowledged the blooming of that seed sown in tears those months ago. At the dining room table, amidst our evening conversation Seth told us about his flower. He remembered Mrs. Morse. He remembered her love of Jesus. He remembered exactly where she is and why we know that.
In those quiet moments last night I remembered her as well. I took the time to realize how much has happened in the few months in between then and now. I started thinking about the things that are changing now, and how the world is already so different from the one she left those 160 days ago.
I wonder what she would have said about the black eye of her eldest at camp this summer, a battle scar from a hard fought battle of GaGa. Would she have remarked with worry or with laughter, or maybe a mixture of both. I thought about the moment that took the breathe right out of me, seeing her husband sitting and watching their two sons playing music together. Before I knew it I had looked to the back of the room to see her standing there watching and swaying as she always had, and yet she was not.
But I took comfort in the knowledge that she lives on in the lives of the three men and one daughter-in-law she left behind. And then I thought about how it is not only in them, but in each and every one of us that she touched with her smile, her joy, her genuine concern.
And I was brought back to how she touched the lives of so many, including my nine year old son. Who this week remembers. May we always remember Mrs. Morse, and more so her unflinching love of Jesus. Forget Me Not.


  1. What a beautiful post and such a great way to remember a wonderful person. Thanks for sharing this!

    Following you from MBC…

  2. What a beautiful tribute! It's so great to know that people that special with such a love for Jesus are going to better places! 🙂

    Loving your blog! Stopping by from MBC (even though I'm not a mom, so I hope they don't kick me out) to say hello! You have an adorable blog 🙂 I'm a Future Baby Makin' Machine, trying to prepare to become a mommy! Hope you'll share some of your wisdom with me!

  3. What a lovely post. I think it's a very touching way to remember and cherish those close to us. Thanks for sharing.

  4. Hey Jenn, it's Mariah.. I just happened to check this out today and I'm glad I did.. I'm not even sure how to word this but I'm blessed that you and your family remember my aunt for who she was. Thank you for writing this.

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