In 2013, I planted this peach tree in memory of our Miss Amy. It’s called a Redhead Peach Tree and as Amy was a red head, it seemed fitting. She wasn’t a fan of peaches, but she loved all things New Jersey and so she was our Jersey peach.
It’s been 4 years since I planted the tree and as it does each spring, the splendid blooms have begun. It’s hard for me to believe that it’s been 4 years since Amy left this earth. When I watch JT play a sport, I always think of her. She never missed a little league game and I’d dearly love to have her company at a wrestling match or cross country race. She’d cheer our boy on (and surely offer some pointed thoughts about how a bunch of lesbians now have to watch wrestling) and we’d laugh and ponder how fast JT has grown up.
Amy was the sort of friend who said yes to even the most hare-brained scheme, who loved with abandon, and always laughed. I miss her mightily. Today, I’ll look at my lovely peach tree and will remember the power of her life and love. I’ll be grateful for the blessing of having her in my world, even if it was for far-too-short a time.