Finding that little piece of paper allowed me to pause, take a deep breath, and slow down my pace.
My friend Mark sang Edelweiss at Mom’s funeral, and it brought back memories of her wonderful garden. She tended to her flowers with skill and the utmost care.
Mom would often times sing “Edelweiss” while conjuring up savory meals in the kitchen. Once in a while, Dad would whisk her away in a waltz around the kitchen or living room.
Here are the lyrics – so simple and yet, so beautiful. While I don’t have a photo of the mountain flower found in Europe, I’ll share with you one a couple pics I snapped of white flowers.
Every morning you greet me
Small and white, clean and bright
You look happy to meet me
Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever
Bless my homeland forever.”