It’s hardly surprising that Iris is showing up more frequently these days. After all, ’tis the season. Several bloggers are posting wonderful images, or sharing that Iris as one of their favourite flowers. The other night, Reiner and I took in a walk along the Grindstone Trail at the Royal Botanical Gardens. The “flags” were not yet in bloom. Pity. I love the native species most of all. Some are quite fragrant and in my experience, more exotic looking. In our yard, only one or two plants are in flower at the moment.
I’m particularly fond of the plant mostly because my godmother’s name is Iris. I can recall the day when I learned that I had a godmother. “Like Cinderella?” I said. “Do you mean she’s a fairy godmother?”
Aunt Iris made me feel special. She spoiled me rotten with gifts every Christmas and birthday. It was she who introduced me to Avon’s scent Rose Geranium.
We were not particularly close as adults. As a matter of fact, until my early thirties, the annual Christmas card exchange was our only contact. After my mother died, though, we visited about once a year. Iris taught me her love of animals, particularly cats. She never married. Her kitties were her life.
She and I lost touch after my last move. I’m ashamed to say I couldn’t tell you if she is alive or dead. Perhaps this post will compel me to pick up the phone, or write her a letter.
Another Iris has gone missing. Many of us follow Iris Greenwald and her blog Wandering Iris. Some months ago, she wrote that she needed a break from blogging. Fair enough. Blogging energies rise and fall. I didn’t give it a second thought. Yesterday, however, Margaret Rose expressed concern about Iris’ silence. I checked to see if Wandering Iris was still in my feed. Yup, still connected. I checked her last posts and read comments from concerned bloggers. Iris, are you there? Are you OK?
I must confess to feeling torn about this. It’s not a big deal, is it? I mean, it happens all the time. Bloggers post daily, perhaps several times a day, and the they take a break to recharge. Surely we are making mountains out of mole hills?
But what if we are not… what if …
This post… I suppose the reason for this post is to err on the side of caution. To send a message to the universe. A prayer, of sorts. Asking that attention be paid to our Iris, wishing her a safe journey as she wanders.
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Post Script May 26, 2017.
DENNISON, Iris Lorraine Passed away peacefully April 25, 2017 at Freeport Hospital, with her close friend Annick Charbaret at her side. Daughter of the late Alfred Wesley Dennison and Lillian May Wiltse. Predeceased by sisters Elaine Dennison, Evelyn Jarolimek and Dorothy Shantz, and a brother Willian Alfred Dennison. She is survived by a niece Bonnie Irwin of Stoufville, and great-nephews Sean Irwin and his wife Sooah of Toronto, and Dr. Darryl Irwin also of Toronto. Iris was employed by Inter-City Welding Supplies of Kitchener before her retirement, and had also worked at Snyder’s Furniture of Waterloo and Uniroyal Ltd. of Kitchener. There will be no funeral and cremation has taken place. As an expression of sympathy, donations can be made to the World Wildlife Fund. Iris was a dedicated member of this organization.
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