Auntie Helen will be laid to rest this Thursday and I need to order flowers.
What would she want? When my brother and I were trying to remember her favorite flower, we simply drew blanks. She lived in Edmonton – we in Ontario. How are we supposed to know? And then it hit me – she would want flowers that were bright and colourful. This was what she wanted for my Mom when my Mom passed away. Auntie Helen loved life and her life was full of colour.
My cousins are, no doubt, struggling to determine what to say in their eulogies.
What would she want? Would she want prayers, music, and solemnity? No. She would want something colourful. “You know, Stacey…” Auntie Helen coached me when I was trying to write a eulogy for my mom, “…people don’t become saints just because they have passed away. Why do we always talk about them as being perfect when they are gone? They weren’t perfect and we need to remember them as they were.” Auntie Helen’s antics were very colourful. I could never describe her life as black and white. She was a pioneer for women’s rights well before the women’s movement. She was an athlete, an advocate, and outspoken. You always knew where you stood with Auntie Helen. Helen loved life, and her life was colourful.
My cousins will select something for Auntie Helen, from her closet, to wear.
What would she want? Auntie Helen and her two siblings, my Mom and Auntie Anne, were some of the best dressed women in town. Of course, they were all classic Russian beauties so the clothes were always pale in comparison to the person wearing them. Nontheless, Auntie Helen had her own style. And it was always colourful. She rocked animal prints before anyone knew what a an animal print was. She loved patterns that were bold and colours that were vibrant. “Why wear something dull and drab?” she would challenge me. Auntie Helen loved life and her life was colourful.
When it comes to ordering flowers, there is no other choice than to choose flowers that are bright and colourful.
“I’d like to order flowers for my aunt’s funeral in Edmonton.” I said to the florist.
“Of course, what kind of flowers would you like?”
“I’d like something bright and colourful, please”