The Daisy

Before the closing of Mom's casket, I read a story I had written about Mom's love for daisies.

The Daisy

In a garden are many flowers. 

Some bloom in the early spring; 

others appear when the leaves turn gold.

But one flower blooms during the long summer days—in the driest of soil, 

under the hottest of the sun’s rays, 

and among the peskiest of insects

—the daisy.

Because of their bright centers and open petals, bees are especially attracted to daisies. 

This allows their pollen to spread throughout the entire garden.

Mimi was like a daisy.  She was able to bloom no matter how hard her life became. All who knew her were attracted to her, which allowed her to touch lives in places she could not go.

Even though she is no longer with us, her laughter, love, and joy still remains.  Whenever we see a daisy, we can remember our dear Mimi and our Savior who has made it possible for us to see her again. 

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RUTH RASMUSSEN BUCHANAN (1946-2015)

My mother 

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