And on the eve of the 14th anniversary of Alice's death, I received an arrangement.
The floral tableau below was hand-made by a dear friend. It's a sculpture, really. Her medium isn't brick or bronze, but blooms. She said she was thinking about Alice as she created it. I've been so touched by her ability to empathize--she'd never even met my sister. Two days later I still can't take my eyes off the beautiful creation, fit to remember a beautiful person.
On September 18, I'd gone to sleep early. At 11:40PM, an earthquake struck South El Monte. Twenty-five miles west of the epicenter, I was shaken awake. It was like Alice was telling me, "you better remember tomorrow." As if I could ever forget.
In the morning, Peter, L and I picked up my mom and drove to Rose Hills. Actually, my dear friend had made a special arrangement for my mother too. Who loved the spectacular array of blossoms so much, she wept. Well, it was a heavy day.
On the way to visit Alice's and my dad's grave sites, we stopped to pick up bouquets. Well, we also got Alice a rainbow pinwheel with a butterfly at its center. We arrived at her tombstone which was covered in grass clippings. I cleaned it up, and dug for the water cup. Somehow it's never easy to find that metal vase. But finally we did, and with good luck, it was easy to pull out. We filled it with water and the colorful buds. My mom said an Armenian prayer. Told Alice we loved her very much. Then we took off.
But before I left, I grabbed the spinning toy. Gardeners would be trashing it within a few days, and I wanted it at home where I'd be reminded of Alice's whimsical nature every time I saw it.
