I thought if I placed the flowers in the sun, they would thrive and live a little longer. But the water was too warm sitting there. So, I moved the bouquet to the center of the hand-rubbed, drop leaf table proudly congregating in a vase in my dining room. Here they could be admired! It was filled with jonquils, tulips, baby’s breath, ferns, lilacs, and lilies too; but they were also protected from view. A Lady Pamela Carol, with all her distinct beauty and character, stood amongst the other flowers trying to mingle. With such grace, she noticeably took her place by herself. Though not tall, with solitude and effervescence, Lady Pamela Carol stood alone capturing what life had to offer. A million-dollar bouquet that could light up a room by itself, our Lady Pamela, with all her fragrance, stood quietly poised amid the other flowers.
One day, I noticed on my table that one of my flowers was wilting away. I rushed to remove it as the others too, might wilt along with the baby’s breath. Before me, as I held her in my hands, my wilted flower Lady Pamela, lay faded. The rest knew they lost one of their own as they all drooped reverently to honor her. I placed my little flower on white linen and said a prayer….
Lord, before you lay a lady of eloquence, a flower, Lord. Lady Pamela Carol, my little rose. Take her dear Lord, give her life in a meadow in heaven and, as you stand guard, Lord, may Lady Pamela be by your feet, lining the pathway to heaven for others to follow…. Amen.