Brendan's Garden: The Final Photo

Saturday, February 3, 2018; Just two days before he died, Brendan finally finished his garden. 

It had been after living one year at 314 Avalon St. 

I took these photos never realizing that by the 

next Saturday he would dead.

“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there.

It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

Brendan had worked so hard to hook up the solar powered Christmas lights on his Jade Plant. I bought him the mushroom, starfish and eye ornaments to hang on it's branches.