stop keep meeting like this.
Bob and I see each other every Friday morning at 3 A.M. This morning, he met me at the door of the Adoration Chapel and asked me to unlock the passenger door to my car. He pulled a lilac bush from his car and placed it gently on the seat of my Volvo.
I have wanted a lilac bush with purple flowers since I was about twelve. I still remember the scent of a lilac bush in full bloom. And that scent pulls me back to childhood just as vividly as time travel, if there really were such a thing.
My little lilac bush sat in the front seat of my car and waited for me to finish praying. Two hours later, I got in the driver's seat and headed for home.
I already have the whole thing planned. That bush will grow into a lovely mature plant and my own grandchildren will build olfactory memories of the days spent at Grandma's house. And I will tell them the story of Bob, and how we met every week before the Blessed Sacrament.
And they will get a sense of the connection that exists between generations (Bob is in his eighties) and a greater appreciation for memories and they will discover just how important prayer was to their grandmother.
Yes, I am about as sentimental as they come. And I cannot wait for lilac blooms in my own back yard. And as for grandchildren, I think I'm ready for those, too.