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Day 207 – It’s not forgetting that heals. It’s remembering.

Back in December when Renee passed away, Ulaa and I decided to do a garden on her parcel in her memory. I knew that there was no way I’d ever be able to rent out her parcel again. She loved it so much and it was hers. But neither one of us moved to do the garden. Her house came down, the flowers her family left were taken away, and I terraformed her parcel into its own little island. That was as far as it went. “Well, it’s winter,” I thought. Can’t really have a garden in winter.

As spring came back to the island, I stared at Renee’s little parcel often. “Later,” I figured. We’d do it later.

Have you ever felt so drawn to do something that you knew that if you did NOTHING else on that day, you had to do that one thing? That’s how I felt today. It was time. I HAD to do something today for Renee’s garden. It was on my mind when I woke up, when I ate lunch, when I talked to my mom on the phone. If I did nothing else today, I had to get started on this.

Day 207 - It's not forgetting that heals. It's remembering.

I don’t think that it’s really finished. It might not ever be because I’m sure Ulaa will want to add her touches to it, and new landscaping items come out all the time, and seasons change. But for now, I feel satisfied.

If you’d like to visit it, you’re absolutely more than welcome to. Just follow this SLurl and you’ll land right on the path. You can take pictures, or just sit in the gazebo. Be sure to turn on your music. I think it really adds to the garden. šŸ™‚

[Please remember that Bluebonnet is a residential sim, so if you do visit the garden, respect the people who live here and don’t wander into anyone’s house. Thanks!]

2 thoughts on “Day 207 – It’s not forgetting that heals. It’s remembering.

  1. It looks absolutely lovely!

    But beyond that, I think that if I had passed on, and someone I loved was doing something like this in Second Life to honour MY memory, my heart would just burst with pride, and love, and appreciation.

    I can't imagine that Renee wouldn't feel just the same.

    – Evie M.

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