A Masterpiece In The Garden Of Us
The temperature in the hotel room was seventy degrees.
A little cool for me, but I had on my lovely flannel pajamas and matching winter hat, plus, I turned up the thermostat a couple notches when my husband, Andy, and my two boys, Danny and Mark, left for the pool.
It was late, but after a thirteen hour drive caravanning with kids, cousins, and in-laws from Illinois to Virginia, I just wanted to sleep.
So I hugged my pillow and prayed to fall asleep before everyone returned from the pool smelling like chlorine.
That’s when I heard the clickety-clack of the key-card and the jiggle of the door handle several times.
“Are Andy and the boys fighting over who gets to use the key-card, or is it not working?” I wondered.
Hand over hand over hand, it sounded like the Three Stooges were breaking into my hotel room.
Bursting through the door, they tumbled over the threshold and raced to see who could get into bed first.
In a hushed tone, Danny said: “Dad, I’m hungry.”
“Have an apple,” Dad whispered.
Then, more emphatically: “Daaaad, I’m reallllly hungry.”
“Have an apple or a banana,” Dad whispered, again.
Then, as if it were life or death: “Daaad, I’m reallllly, REALLLLLY hung…”
But before Danny could finish his hunger cry, or Andy had a chance to show off his saint-like patience, I piped in where I shouldn’t have.
“It’s 11:30! If you’re hungry, eat an apple,” I half-howled. “If you’re reallllly, REALLLLLY hungry, we gotta whole bowl of ’em–so, eat an apple–eat the whole bowl if ya want too, but GO TO SLEEP, PULEEZE!”
Be careful what you wish for.
Danny ate an apple.
Then he ate a second apple.
And then, he started in on a third apple and I thought:
“I’ll be darned. He’s gonna eat the whole bowl.”
And with every bite of every apple, the crunching in my head got louder.
So loud, I thought I was eating an apple, but I was just grinding my teeth.
And guess what Danny did with the apple cores?
He played basketball.
In our dark hotel room, his Kobe-like shot from the bed dropped into the trash bucket next to the desk.
Every time! “Clunk, Clunk, Clunk!”
But it didn’t end there.
He started eating a fourth apple.
Teeth clenched, jaw locked, I gripped my pillow:
“Dan, you are NOT eating a fourth apple, are you?!”
“Nooooo,” he said, sounding a tad gleeful:
“That’s Mark eating an apple.”
We laid in the dark.
The silence was deafening.
I knew I needed to apologize for my rotten behavior.
Part of me wanted to laugh at the absurdity, but I felt more like crying.
I was tired.
We all were.
So we shed some tears.
We had caravanned to Virginia to attend a memorial service for Andy’s step-dad, Duncan.
Duncan had been part of Andy’s family for thirty years and when he married Andy’s mom, he inherited her eight children, their significant others, twenty-two grandchildren, and twenty-two great grandchildren.
“He was a man who always gave all of us his best,” I thought.
So I prayed a little prayer to Duncan that night and promised to give him mine.
How Lucky We Are…
My brother-in-law, Bob, said as he began the eulogy the next day.
Not only did Bob’s eloquent remarks capture Duncan’s optimism and generous spirit, they reminded us how lucky we were to have Duncan in our lives for so long.
But the most poignant moment (for me) came when Bob, who shares with Duncan the distinction of being a Master Gardener, talked about Duncan’s legacy.
In the musical Hamilton, Bob recalled, Lin-Manuel Miranda answers his own question about legacy.
“Legacy is planting seeds in a garden that you never get to see.”
“Duncan, who had immeasurable talents and even more admirable virtues has graduated to become an Ascended Master Gardener,” Bob said, “but the garden he leaves behind for all of us to see is his greatest work of art.”
To being inspired by the fabulous men in our lives.
Men who are sturdy and strong, gentle, respectful, and kind.
Men who believe that character, values, hard work, and reputation still matter.
Men who lead and listen and follow and fail, but continue showing up because giving up is never an option.
Men who learn how to right their wrongs and forgive with their hearts.
Men who love–and men who are even more lovable because they know it’s okay to be vulnerable.
So here’s to planting and growing, toiling and tilling and turning our lives over to the care of something greater than ourselves.
We’re all connected in the Garden of Us.
And it’s a masterpiece.
Until we meet again, Dunc.
Thanks for growing our hearts bigger.
And thanks to my mother-in-law, Barb, whose love continues to connect, protect, and sustain us all.
A Final Act
Barb was able to snuggle with Duncan during the last few hours of his life and then she said:
“I left for a cup of coffee and when I came back, he was gone.”
Photo Credit: Humor Me With Mo
Loved this. Reminded me of road trips with my kids years ago but what touched my heart was, one says he is gone while other voices joyfully say, Here he comes! I always so enjoy reading your articles! Looking forward to the next one!
Thanks, Maria! So glad to know you’re enjoying! 🙂 mo
So heart-felt, so true! So glad I knew him! Very well said Mo! Thank you for sharing!
Sending love to you both…what a blessing to all of you.
Thanks, Sue! xoxo
Love. Love. Love this, Mo…and you!!!
Back atcha, Jen! xoxo
What a fine testimony to a special man. Thank you for putting his life in such a beautiful and fitting way.
Thanks, Bud. I’m glad you enjoyed it. And cheers to you for continuing to be such a wonderful example for so many… mo
Loved this! Seemed like two different stories at first but nicely tied together. And of course, I wished I had known Duncan like you all knew him. Best wishes for your hurting loss.
Aw, thank you Jerry. You would have enjoyed him! 🙂
That was so beautiful Mo. You could not have said it better…..
Much love (and it was great to see all of you!), Nancy
Thank you, Nancy. Thanks for sharing such a wonderful man like your dad with all of us. Wonderful to see you and Jeff. Lots of love. mo
Thank you Mo for a beautiful tribute to an awesome man Duncan.
We were there in spirit. Love all of you. It has been a blessing to be party of this wonderful family. Gloria
Thanks, Glo! So glad you enjoyed it, and that you had so many wonderful years to enjoy with him too! xoxo
A wonderful piece. Wish I had known Duncan.
Thanks, GT. I wish you’d had a chance to know him too. I imagined many times, how much you would have enjoyed conversing with him on any and every topic. 🙂
Very touching…nicely done
Awe…thanks Mo. You captured it.