Ganesha is the most recognizable god of the Hindu religion. This brave guardian is beheld today as the most auspicious God of new beginnings. He is worshipped during every festival and before people undertake a journey or embark on a new venture. You will also see him carefully guarding entrances to temples and homes. He is consider to be a remover of obstacles and a deliverer of good fortune.
Mary loved Ganesha. She sought out items possessing his image and often referred to using Ganesha symbols to remove obstacles from her life as she embarked on new projects or embraced change of some sort. I remember researching its meaning and history after a conversation with her over breakfast one morning. As we usually did, we met for breakfast and Wild Flower and then walked over to Changing Hands to look at books. She loved books. She loved little miniature journals, the more decorative the better and she was especially pleased if she found one with hand-made paper inside.
She loved tie-dye, these light green stones that I can't remember the name of, and was in a purple phase. She was on a quest for the perfect purple scarf. We were looking at them together one morning; this one too dark, this one too light, that one not enough blue, the other too much. I found the perfect scarf for her for Christmas, and a great cook book because she loved to cook and we were going to start cooking together sometimes just for fun, and a little tiny journal with Ganesha on the cover. I found a pretty card and wrote in it how much her friendship meant to me.
The gift sits on my dining room table still. I can't bear to touch it or put the things away. I suppose I could keep the scarf, write in the journal, and maybe LN would like the cook book. I can't disassemble her gift though. I want to give her her things. I want to see her face when she realizes that I was watching which purples she liked and which she didn't and that I found the perfect color. I want to see her smile when she sees the little Ganesha, hear her laugh when we talk about what we should make first, and see her eyes fill when she reads the card. I want her to know what it feels like to have someone notice the little things that you like. I want her to know she was so special that she deserved a million-fold what I could give her with my second-hand books and trade-in credit purchases.
She'll never know now and while I'm sure many people did many things for her, I didn't. I didn't and now she's gone and I can't.
2 comments:
Believe me when I tell you that Mary know's about her gift and is enjoying it right now!! She also knows how much you loved her and how much you did for her...she always will!!!! Don't ever forget that she is never gone from your life...maybe in body, but never in mind, sprit and soul!!
I am not sure whether she knew how much you loved her or not. Maybe you never told her. Maybe you never noticed all those small things about her when she was with you. But it happens, we often understand a person's important only after he or she is gone away from our lives, maybe to a diff place or to a diff world altogether.
The only thing I expect you to do is "Learn". Love your near and dear ones and let there never be another such post for someone else in future. Tell everyone how much you love them and in fact love them much in such a way you have never loved them before.
Post a Comment