Sometimes, Storms Come

Last week started off like a gentle breeze literally and metaphorically. The temperature was warm and inviting. I had a lovely time with Kate Hosford on the blog. (In case you missed that post, you can read it here.) And I read a beautiful post by Penny over at her Life on the Cutoff blog. The photos of colorful flowers paired with a poem by Robert Frost made a powerful and uplifting combination. (You can read that post here.)


My birthday happened midweek. I spent much of the day in a windowless room without wifi. I’ll say more on the why of that in August probably. I can’t discuss it now. In celebration of the day, a friend gave me flowers (below) and a ton of my favorite tea.

Inspired by Penny’s post, I went in search of flowers to photograph, but found many of them windblown and defeated looking.


The gentle breeze earlier in the week had turned cold and dreary, thanks to the relentless rainstorms that shoved their way into the area. Fitting weather for the events ending the week. First, a friend texted me to say that her mammogram resulted in the need for a biopsy of “something suspicious.” And then my sister-in-law texted to announce that her mother had been rushed to the hospital.

It doesn’t look good, she wrote. Less than half an hour later, I heard back from her: She’s gone.

Yes, sometimes, storms come.

Even if a loved one has reached old age after living many years in poor health, you still aren’t ready for that person to leave. But after taking turns with my brother to desperately give her mother CPR (no response) until the paramedics came (still no response) and watching the medical team at the hospital try to rouse her mother (no response), my sister-in-law reluctantly let go.

So that was the week—a grim reminder of the cycle of life: birth and death.

On Saturday, the friend who learned of her need for a biopsy handed me this hyacinth:

A reminder that though storms sometimes come, life goes on.

Speaking of life going on, thanks to the random number generator, Lyn Miller-Lachmann, you can expect a copy of How the Queen Found the Perfect Cup of Tea to come your way. Please comment below to confirm.

Photos by L. Marie (except for the author photo). The paintings in the background of one photo were painted by Rick Smith. Copyright © 2016 Rick Smith.

31 thoughts on “Sometimes, Storms Come

  1. Linda what difficult times. And you’re right-in the midst of such times life does go on. Jen’s Gran passed last week. She’d reached the age of 93, but the last eight years were difficult for everyone (not least her) as she suffered from dementia. How often through the confused fog we hoped for momentary lights of clarity. So in the end her passing was looked on as one of release.
    And your birthday-FB didn’t notify me. How dare it! I belated Happy Birthday to you.

  2. “Even if a loved one has reached old age after living many years in poor health, you still aren’t ready for that person to leave.”
    Yes, all death – leavings – are hard for those of us left behind. In our society it seems there is this hierarchy of which types are ‘allowed’ to be viewed as harder to endure than others…
    My condolences to you & your extended family.

    • Thank you, Laura. I’ll pass on your condolences, and those of everyone else here, to my brother and sister-in-law. I couldn’t help remembering how my grandmother died right before Mother’s Day too.:-( But she’s in a better place, like my sister-in-law’s mother.

  3. Linda, thank you for this blog. I didn’t know of your sister-in-law’s mom passing. I’m so sorry to hear of it. I hope that your friend’s biopsy comes back negative. I appreciate your reminder to recognize beauty around us, even as we are dealing with difficult experiences.

    • I do too, Laura. She’ll hear either today or tomorrow. Another woman at church was diagnosed with breast cancer. 😦 So scary.

      The sun is out finally. The temp is in the 50s!

  4. It is amazing how many emotions one can pack into the small space of a week. All-the-more reason to clasp onto the soft and sweet moments. I am sorry to learn of the passing of your sister-in-law’s mother. No matter the age, the death of a parent is always hard. How lovingly your brother and sister-in-law ministered to her to try to revive her. Condolences to all, including you.
    The hyacinth is lovely. I hope the results of your friend’s biopsy is good news.
    As I tap on the keyboard, the sun is coming out – I’ll take that as a good sign, L.Marie, and wish you and yours a better week. Thank you for the mention and linking up to my post. Frost always seems to have the words and rhythm for me must when I need them.

    • Yes, the week was very hard. Many tears were shed at the close of the week. They did everything they could to save her. Thank you for your condolences. She was a very loving woman and will be missed.
      I’m still inspired by your post, Penny. And I’m glad to see the sun after last night’s terrible storm (which caused some flooding in this area).

  5. Love those hyacinths . . . a bright spot in a stormy week.

    “If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things in nature have a message you understand, Rejoice, for your soul is alive.” ~ Eleanora Duse


  6. I hope you had a happy birthday despite the windowless room and Wi-Fi isolation. Someone in my critique group was summoned to jury duty, and that’s what happened to her. (I’m on a grand jury this summer, and they’ve promised that we do have Wi-Fi.)

    My condolences to your sister-in-law and brother. And I hope your friend gets a clean bill of health.

    Thank you for drawing my name for Kate’s book! I missed her launch party, and I’m so thrilled that I’ll have my copy anyway. I really enjoyed that interview!

  7. Happy belated birthday! I’m sorry you’ve had such a tough time, but glad you manged to find some special moments in amongst it all. And I hope they let you out of jail soon… 😉

  8. Happy belated birthday, Linda. But this latest week was not good : death and sickness around you and even the nature was suffering with the frost ( like here in Amiens ) . But the gift of your friend who has a suspicious node is a ray of light in that darkness .
    Keep hope my friend
    Love ❤

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