One of my Aunts is in the hospital and may not come out. Her sister called me and told me that she wasn’t being visited and that the hospital staff weren’t doing shit for her. (Being a nurse in the past herself she’s taken on the hospital.) Richard and I sent some cut flowers and quickly packaged up the afghan I’d made along with another goody to make her feel better.
My Aunt K who purchased the flowers for us (she’s in the same town) asked what we wanted.. a plant or cut flowers. I said cut flowers. There are times to be practical (plant) and times to be extravagant. This was one of those times. They may be more expensive and they die but she’s worth it. Her Sister told me that she’d just about given up. I called and told her I was sending gifts and told her I wanted her to get better. She’s been eating and in a better mood and she loved the flowers.
She may still die but if she does I don’t want her dying in a depressed black cloud.
I want her to know people love her.