Jose

Whenever I see comfrey- I think of Jose. Which means that I pretty much think of her from March  through to December. I especially think of her from June through September, even more especially if we have a good mix of sun and rain, because comfrey goes bonkers then. Why do I think of Jose? Well, I’d mentioned one Sunday after church that I’d been digging out plants, when Liz – a keen gardener – asked if she might have one of those plants, Jose overheard and clucked and tsked ‘comfrey’… Yes, it can go bonkers, but if you want to fill a gap quick with a rather beautiful leaved plant with a delicate purple-blue flower, a plant which was known for making a rather good natural liquid plant feed, comfrey was for you. I gave Liz a plant, I don’t know if she planted it though!

Yesterday I was thinking of Jose again – no comfrey trigger this time. I take mum to church on the first Sunday of the month to the early service. Last months early service was Jose’s last Sunday – she was in hospital- cancer had taken a bite of her some years back, and came back for seconds. This Sunday her husband Ken read the first reading, Genesis 2:18-24 – Adams rib – how woman came to be ‘This at last is bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; this one shall be called Woman, for out of Man this one was taken’ Therefore a man leaves his father and mother and clings to his wife, and they become one flesh. It was heartbreaking. A tough read. A tough listen. I am a Christian- but Ken is a completely dedicated Christian & so was Jose – and they were a ‘couple’ – a unit. Faith doesn’t stop the hurt.