Forget me not

A snow storm is brewing. Or so they say.  I believed it as I was driving home and large grey clouds filled the sky above me.  Raindrops even made an appearance.  As I sit in my living room typing, I can see the brightness of the sun shine through the window shades.  It's almost blinding.

The news and weather channels still show snow in the forecast.  I thought it was supposed to start this evening, and turn to snow during the night, but it seems that rain will turn to snow tomorrow afternoon.  Two to five inches is the prediction.

The anticipated accumulation of snow urged me to take a look at the garden in the front of the house.  Perhaps the tulips and mystery flowers (which my aunt speculates may just be a different type of tulip) had grown flowers.  They had not.  However, there was one tiny, lonely and bright purple flower.  Forget-me-not.  I guess the seeds I planted late last Fall are actually growing.  I smiled.  I'm so happy I went to look at the garden... or I might have missed this precious little flower.  This little flower that most likely will be gone by the time I get home from work tomorrow.

For years, I was not a huge fan of snow storms.  I don't like the cold.  I don't like scraping ice and snow off my car.  Things change.  Preston passed on what felt like a Spring day but it was the end of Winter.  The snow that fell last Spring brought me solace.  The storms filled me with a sense of calmness.  The unexpected blizzard on Mother's Day felt like a clear sign from my son and gave me a new appreciation for snow and for Spring weather.

This bright little flower being present today, when it wasn't yesterday, is a brand new sign.  A sign from my little boy, sending me a little hello.  A message from my son saying:

Mama, forget me not.  I may not send signs very often anymore but I'm here.  I'm around always.  When you have doubts about the signs I send, and when you wholeheartedly believe in them.  I live in your heart through pure and true love.  I reside in your mind through wonderful memories.

Mama, forget me not.  Your life goes on without me in your arms and it's probably still hard to fathom.  Your life gets busy, I know.  Despite all that, I hope that you think of me every day - no matter whether it's raining, snowing or whether the sun is shining.

Mama, forget me not.  The season for snow is fading away slowly, but bunnies and rainbows are just around the corner.  I promise to send as many as I can.

Mama, forget me not.  I didn't want to leave the way I did.  I've got perfect angel wings now, and I promise to try and help you spread more happiness in the world.   

Fear not my love, my sweet P.  Mama could never forget you.  Not even for a minute <3