"There is only one way to say it and to say it as though you mean it; and that is to say it with flowers. When we say it with flowers, we ask, 'Be my life.'
In times of joy or sadness, flowers remain our constant friends. By saying a simple, 'Thank you' they whisper beauty to the world; by saying, 'I love you' they stir one's soul and drown one's senses in a well of loving emotion. By saying, 'Goodbye, dear friend' they enable 'closure' to be found in the passing of a loved one from this life to the next.
How many of our dear mothers past invoked us to put flowers in their hands whilst they lived instead of on their grave when they could no longer smell them? My youngest brother Michael is the prime tender of my parent's grave in Heckmondwike and he is prone to plant instead of place them in their papered bunches. I find this act to be a wonderful deed by a mother's son. I believe Michael's living floral tribute to be no less than sunshine food and medicine for the soul and cannot regret that flowers now grow on my parent's grave where only dirt once used to be.
I remember a dearly departed friend of mine, the television presenter of 'Gardener's World', the late Geoffrey Smith saying over lunch one day, 'We are only here on this earth for a short visit, Bill, so don't waste the journey. Don't hurry, don't worry; just enjoy......... and be sure to smell the flowers along the way.' Before Geoffrey died I jointly composed a song for him and after he'd heard it, he urged me to turn it into a hymn. This I did and had it sung at my wedding to Sheila on November 11th, 2012. It is the only hymn that I have and ever will write and compose and is entitled, 'Be my Life.' William Forde: February 10th, 2015. http://www.fordefables.co.uk/be-my-life.html