Petunia update #4: Call in the Father, cue "Taps" -- just in case
I have been avoiding writing this post. It's not that it's painful -- I feel no pain until well after the fact of things. For me, Petunia still has that one green area which means there's still hope. The avoidance helps the delusion stay in place.
Rich tried to tell me a couple weeks ago that it was over, and his news flash for me was that this was never a petunia to begin with. He thinks I've been babying a weed all this time. I beg to differ. What kind of school would send a kid home with sprouted weeds for Mother's day?
Petunia went downhill pretty fast after the bed making incident. Part of her died fairly quickly, but that one strand of her kept growing.
See how it looks like it's trying to crawl away? These days she seems to be crying, "just let me go."
I can't -- the strand is not dry, crispy, or brown yet. It looks as if she could rehydrate. Drink the water I give you Petunia, it's for your own good, you can make it through this. Where there is "could" there is hope -- we have to believe, we must believe.
It doesn't help that we have had no shining sun in these parts for the last 14 days (that's *14* days -- I don't live in Alaska for a reason). To quote a very famous ex-rock star turned humanitarian/reader of my blog and someone who cares about Petunia whom shall go by the name, "b" -- "Damn you photosynthesis!!"