My sister texted my brother and I (I love our sibling group chats) about something yesterday. One of my best friend’s parents are moving out to live near him in Colorado. His parents, Jan and Jerry, have always been my second parents. Jan was my mother’s best friend. They’re getting up there in years now too, (early 70s) and their health isn’t so great, especially Jan’s. She has Parkinson’s and a few other things. It makes sense to move out to where their only child and his family of 5 kids live. So their home is like a second home, but it’ll be up for sale in March when they move.
I didn’t even know this–or maybe I forgot? (which rarely happens) My aunt (my deceased mother’s sister) bought Jan a lilac tree when my mom passed away in 1993. It’s in their backyard. When they sell the house… who knows what happens, right? Knowing my hometown, some hillbilly will chop it down and build–something hillbilly-ish. But the tree, right?
I don’t know how large it is, but I do have another buddy’s father who is also friends with Jan and Jerry who could possibly move it. He also suggested taking “starters” from it. I guess whose are little twigs or whatever that you can replant elsewhere. Sounds like the best step really because moving the whole tree would only hurt the chance of selling the home and that would be selfish. But where do we replant? Dad’s selling his house and he doesn’t live there anymore anyway. Maybe the new elementary school that they’re building could host it? Maybe my buddy’s dad (Mark) could plant it in his yard. He loves trees and would be very fond of its meaning. Either way, it all stirs up emotion 23 years later. I should talk to my aunt about it. It’s an excuse to call her since I didn’t respond to her pretty depressing Christmas letter. (oops)
I’m sure we’ll figure something out.