Sad Morning

I woke up this morning feeling really groggy because of a late night call into the hospital to offer prayers for the dying.  When I got downstairs this is what I saw....












... My poor flower.  I forgot to give it nice hot water last night and it went all droopy : (

I have been working so hard to keep these flowers looking good, they bring a smile to my face every morning and I think about the story behind them.  They were each brought to last Thursday's memorial service by family members of patients who had died some time between December and February.  Each flower represents the life of someone loved.  Each flower was placed with a story, a story about how one persons life had touched someone else.
Once everyone had left the service, the flowers remain, and each spiritual care member was invited to take some home to enjoy the colour before they die.  It has been a privilege caring for these flowers, and I'm hoping that with the water they were given this morning, my droopy daisy might find new life again.


On another note, just after seeing my droopy flower this morning I opened my email account to see 49 postmaster returned messages ....   messages that I never sent.  This makes me feel very sad.  Somehow my email address was used to pollute the in-boxes of those I care about (not to mention possible future employers).  I really don't want to have to change my email address.  This one has served me very well for the past 6 and a half years, I'm rather attached to it's content, but I don't want any part in distributing spam (even though I have no control over it).  I'm aware it happened.  I wish it never did.  And I'm sorry if you were affected.