Over the weekend, I noticed a container of bulbs in my flower bed.  With everything that happened in 2009, I severely neglected the flower beds.  Luckily, my mother kept them looking good while she was here.

I immediately recognized the bulbs.  They were the mini daffodils from the American Cancer Society’s Daffodil Days.  I thought they had been planted, but apparently not.

Last year, Bank of America participated in Daffodil Days.  I contacted the people in charge to see if our night team could participate and if we could coordinate delivery.  They ladies were happy to assist.  I told my team and we had a few orders.  Somewhere in between the course of Daffodil Days  is when John got his stage IV diagnosis- changed him from a “survivor” to a “fighter” or from somebody who has beaten cancer to a cancer patient.  My life turned upside down, but I still got my bear and my daffodils.  A friend from work went out of her way to drive them to me.  I still smiled when I saw them.  But, by that time, my life had been turned upside down.

Anyway, the daffodils have began to peek through the soil.  I brought them inside and watered them.  Who knows what this weather has to offer.  January seems a bit early to be sprouting.  Mini daffodils are some of my favorite flowers… along with mini roses.  Hopefully, they’ll bloom and give me a little something to smile about and remind me of my beloved John and his fight.

This year, I’d love to involve all of the night teams if Bank of America participates in Daffodil Days.  The more support against cancer the better chance we have of beating it and the less widows and the less children without a parent, the better.

About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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