Monday, January 13, 2025

Monday's Warm Cocoa, 13 January 2025, "Forget Me Not"

“I fell two-and-a-half-weeks ago.” – Daniel Madewell

Forget Me Not

“I fell two-and-a-half-weeks ago,” Daniel’s text message flashed on the screen. “Still healing and rehabbing at this facility.”

There was a link for the address of the long-term care facility. So, I clicked the link to see how close it was. It wasn’t very far, about ten to fifteen minutes by car. I studied my calendar to see when I could work a visit into my already-crowded schedule.

Of course, as soon as I wedged a visit to Daniel into my datebook, the rest of the seemingly-expanding appointments shoved the just-scheduled-visit down the plan as if on automatic. Until I opened a desk drawer.

While shuffling some things around in the now open drawer to find what I was looking for, a packet of seeds stung my eyes. The seed packet was filled with kernels of Forget Me Not flowers. The bright color of emotion-tugging-flowers, mostly covering the envelope, arrested my eyes immediately.

Forget Me Not flowers carry a deep message of love, remembrance, and enduring connection with them. Its delicate petals, often adorned with tiny blue flowers and occasionally pink flowers, whisper a timeless plea: "forget me not." These bright and joyful flowers symbolize a longing to be cherished and remembered, making them a long enduring emblem of affection.

Whether found in a garden, wild meadow, or as seeds enveloped in a drawer, Forget Me Nots serve as a poignant reminder of true love, memories shared, and the bonds that tie us to those we hold dear. This flower transcends its physical beauty. It has inspired poets, gardeners, and now it was encouraging one friend to visit another. So, I pushed my friend Daniel to the top of my calendar and made the drive to visit him.

I knocked tentatively on the open door to his room as soon as I arrived, while barely pausing entry. After all, I could hear the mechanical-befriending-TV whispering its dulling charm in the background.

“Let me turn the TV off,” Daniel said as his eyes brightened immediately upon seeing me. “It is what you deserve. I’ve missed you.”

I didn’t know until that moment how much I’d missed him, as I returned his expression to inaugurate our visit. The rest of our time together was spent discussing his tale of falling unexpectedly while teaching children in a local elementary school. Of how the worried children in his classroom fetched the school nurse to come to his aid. And, how his now shattered femur was heeling. That was all important, but it was not the most important thing we shared.

The most significant part of our time together was pentimento, a visible trace of earlier painting beneath a layer of paint on the canvas of our current visit. It was wonderful to have the depth of our history together revealed and coalesced as one Forget Me Not painting.

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Monday, January 6, 2025

Monday's Warm Cocoa, 6 January 2025, "Unknown Impact"

“I can do hard things!” – Annie and Darryl McDaniel

Unknown Impact

“I received an email from someone I didn’t know, Annie said.

The message started with, “I don’t know if you will ever receive this, but I hope you do,” this unknown sender began.

“Of course, this unusual beginning got my attention immediately,” Annie continued, before saying, “As I continued to read the message, my emotions got the best of me and I broke down in tears.”

The reason Annie began tearing-up was, perhaps, because she had been struggling with an internal decision as to whether she was going to end her Miss Annie’s Home + Kitchen work, calling and endeavor. Something she often refers to as her “inspiration,” not her work. As with many heart-felt pursuits, Annie had been enduring some disturbing opposition. Conflict that had taken a toll on her resilience over a period of time. And, as she continued her reading of the email, her heart was beating into her throat and her chest was warming. The message spoke directly to her tumult.

“I had been focusing my Miss Annie’s Home + Kitchen messaging around ‘I can do hard things,’ in an effort to offer encouragement to others who are facing, often seemingly insurmountable trials. And, this email’s arrival just happened to come to me when I needed strength and encouragement myself. It seemed to beckon. It was a catalyst, urging me to sustain and continue on at a time when I was questioning my ability to do so.”

The email’s sender? The daughter of a woman Annie had never met. In fact, she had never exchanged personal messages or conversed with this unknown, inspiring sender or her mother. A follower who had been interacting with Miss Annie’s Home + Kitchen for a long time.

Annie continued reading.

“My mother battled ovarian cancer for a long time,” the email-sender continued. “My mother was never able to tell you how much your posts had meant to her. So, I am fulfilling her desire to thank you, as unfortunately, my mother recently succumbed to this horrible disease. Yet she remained strong and hopeful as a result of your continuous encouragement. In fact, she wore her ‘I can do hard things’ t-shirt, purchased from your site, regularly. She wore it at her passing and into eternity.”

“I received an email from someone I didn’t know, Annie said, with Darryl, her husband, at her side.

It is just like the two of them, Annie and Darryl. They offer encouragement to people they know and don’t know, naturally. It’s just who they are and what they do during the course of daily living.

And, someone unknown, returned their encouragement and goodness, as if on cue, just when they needed encouragement themselves.