Every Spring I finally remember - check the front of the house and see f Dad's Flowers are coming up. Told'n story 'fores : Dad, leaving us on the Sunday nite/Monday morning of Thanksgiving Weekend 1n 1993, but he left us a reminder that life goes on: the tulips the man had planted and we all forgot about - suddenly the following Spring started to bloom. It helped assuage over the impenetrable grief we felt, and made us all Love tuplips.He'd gotten thm from some guy in Beverly whi he did odd jobs for. The guy also died, and they were selling the house. Dad - comon the poverty he was raised in - dug up th tuplips he knew bloomed there every year and replanted them here. He never got to see them when he was alive @ our house, but we appreciate them always.
Yesterday I finally figgered to check. Naked fingers under frozen blanket of leaves put there to help protect the bulbs. Yes, I see green. Reprotect. So, along w/ Gordon Beckham HR starting a three run rally in the 9th to beat the dogers (who cares the winner in a spring training game - but we all care about the teams future rocking it hard), Sundays other wonder news is that dad has reminded us again about life.
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