In the summer of 2013 I went to Brooklyn for three days to visit Michael. He had just moved to a very small apartment along the main street; directly across the street was Brooklyn’s Museum and Botanical Gardens. On the Saturday morning we went over to investigate.
I am a nature lover but I’m not fond of places where you see plants and flowers in museums. I’m thinking of Pittsburgh’s Phipps Conservatory.
However, we stepped through a narrow doorway while visiting the Botanical Gardens when I saw a rectangular pool; it was covered with water lilies. There was no yucky green scum floating on the water. It was perfect.
I was emotionally overcome at the sight of this miraculous, almost angelic feature of nature, of course assembled by people but a once-in-life-time experience. I collapsed onto a bench, Michael sat down next to me, and I literally cried on his shoulder. God bless that son of mine. He didn’t get all upset or even ask me questions. When I calmed down I told him that the lotus is my favorite flower and had been since I first saw a picture of it when I was a child.
Some time later he sent me a kitchen magnet with a picture of the water lilies on it. Where I sit and write the magnet is stuck onto the side of the “CPU.” Now that Michael’s married and buying a house there will be different kinds of times for him and me. But for a very long time he was a devoted son and gave a lot of psychic energy into our relationship.
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