Weeping pear for a pair

Last weekend "The Wren" blipped a beautiful image of the blossom of the weeping pear with the title "Diamond Studded". I thought it was absolutely fantastic and it rang all sorts of bells with me as it's my mom and dad's diamond wedding anniversary on June 7th. We are going to have a little party for them and to celebrate we now have our own Weeping Pear Tree.

This is Super Handyman Husband preparing the hole - the tree is on the left of the picture. It arrived in a big box in a big lorry this morning having been ordered online only 2 days ago. We have followed the instructions for planting religiously so hopefully it will thrive as a memory of a momentous year.

I can feel myself getting emotional even as I write this and there's still 6 weeks to go to the anniversary. I bought some beautiful round paper serviettes in a shop in St Mawes last week and found myself so close to tears as I explained to the lady in the shop what they were for and that I felt that the party we are planning will be possibly my last gift to Mom. Mom has dementia which seems to be galloping on apace . Mom and Dad are often a weeping pair these days as they both struggle to cope with what is happening. Mom can't make decisions anymore, she can't remember if she's had her dinner 5 minutes after she's eaten it, she is reluctant to go to any strange places and is so frightened that we are colluding and scheming to put her in a home. Dad is fighting valiantly on at nearly 84 and trying to look after household things that he has never had to do before.

A weeping pear full of beauty and inedible fruit. A marriage of 60 years, a life of over 80 years, and where are we all now? Longing for heaven that we know awaits.