The 21st of March is a very sad day. It is the day of Susie’s death. And yet, now it is the start of a very happy time, the spring tree planting season. On Wednesday both these feelings will be very strong in me. It is the 10th anniversary of the worst day of my life, but we will be planting a Susie Grove of 10 trees and talking about the wonderful, dynamic person she was.
Tomorrow I will go down to Riverfront Park and watch most of the Ponderosa pines go into the ground and then on Wednesday people will come and we’ll plant the last of them. We’ll write tree-grams, eat cookies and talk about Susie and perhaps cry when the bagpiper plays Amazing Grace.
So here I sit with tears running down my cheeks dreading and looking forward to March 21st.