On May 7, my mother, Leona Gundlach, eagerly planted a beautiful deep pink azalea in her front yard at 48 Clinton Street. On Mother's Day morning, when she looked out to see it, it was gone.
As many people in Westfield know, gardening has always been an important part of my mother's life. I remember as a small child watching as she worked the ground until dusk, pulling a little weed filled cart behind her. Now with many of our family either dead or moved away, gardening has become an even more important aspect of my mother's life. She delights in sharing her garden with anyone who desires a closer view or advice on plant care.
I want the person or persons who took her prized azalea to know that plant meant more to her than whoever they gave it to. Whoever received it is the recipient of stolen goods, and you must live for the rest of your life with the memory of your cruel act.
However, you are forgiven, for what you did cannot change the gentle, loving, giving person who is my mother.
Besides beautiful plants, my mother also has wonderful friends who quietly replaced her azalea with another which means even more to her because of the love with which it has been given. That love is something you can never take away.