Sadly Appropriate

When Christofer was born, Frank brought home a little pine tree in what looked like a cigar tube. Someone at work gave it to him, some promo or other. We planted it at the house on Apollo Drive (NJ) and dubbed it, “the Chris tree.” A few years later, when the tree was about two feet high, we moved to Connecticut. I couldn’t leave that tree, so I took the chance and uprooted it to plant at the house on Country Farm Lane.

I never thought we’d leave there, but we did, after ten years. The silly politics that go on in a neighborhood just got to be too much. Leaving behind Scottie’s crab apple, Grace’s rose bush, Jamie’s pin oak was hard enough, but they’d all been planted years into living on Country Farm Lane. Chris’ baby tree was different. They’d been born at the same time. By then, it was just too big to uproot without killing it, so we left it to move to the other side of the river.

We watched all their trees grow over the next few years. I always worried a little more about Chris’ tree. The others had been appropriately planted in beneficial spots. I didn’t worry they’d be chopped down. But his (gads, how symbolism actually happens in real life!) had been planted in a precarious place. I didn’t realize it at the time. I was new to gardening, and didn’t think about how big it would grow, how it would overshadow everything around it.

After Chris’ accident, I became a bit obsessed with the health and well-being of his tree. Any sign of disease, fear of it becoming too big and being chopped down, had me worrying. Through the years of his struggle with heroin, I’d drive over to the old neighborhood, just to make sure the tree was okay. As long as the tree was still standing strong, so would he.

Three years, heroin-free. I stopped obsessing over the tree. I didn’t check on it unless I happened to be in the neighborhood. Then Chris died. I was afraid to go see his baby tree. But I did. And still it stood. Too big. A little scraggly. But there.

Last time I was in the neighborhood, it was dark. I squinted in the darkness for the hulk of that tree, and it wasn’t there. Maybe I’d been driving by too fast. Maybe it was a trick of moonlight and starshine. I tried not to think about it.

This morning, at breakfast, Frank said, “Did you see they took Chris’ tree down?”

My heart sank a little. I’d known, but I hadn’t acknowledged. “Yes. I did.”

And that’s all we said. What else was necessary? It was almost…right. Chris is gone, and so is his baby tree. Had it come down any time before his death, I’d have freaked out. Now? It’s sadly appropriate.

I wish I had a piece of it. I’d hang it on one of the beams in my house. Maybe there’s a stick left in the rock wall. Or maybe it’s firewood stacked in the yard. I’m not sure I want to go ask, because I’m not positive what answer I hope to receive.



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17 responses to “Sadly Appropriate

  1. Hugs! As always your words touch my heart.

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  2. This is such a moving story, Terri. Maybe Chris decided it was time to take his tree with him. Hugs and love.

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  3. I was thinking the same thing at Karin, that maybe he wanted/needed something of you and Frank with him, and now was the time. Lots of love ❤

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  4. Beautifully written, Terri. As always you touch me with your words. Sending hugs ❤

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  6. dianamunozstewart

    Wow. So meaningful. Your response, compared to what it would have been with Chris alive, was so telling. Yes. I’m aware. A simple way of saying something so very powerful about how you’ve changed–learned to let go of the little things. Still, if you want to go ask and need someone to take that walk to their front door….I’ll meet you there.

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  7. You always touch the deepest part of me. I’m sure he knows the real Chris’ Tree, the real trunk and branches of him, is always growing in your heart. Love and hugs to you and Frank. ❤️❤️❤️

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  8. Elizabeth

    Sad yet beautiful. That is a story if you ever want it to be.

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  9. Doreen

    Your story touched my heart & left me weeping . Please know that I’m here for you if you want to talk ! Hugs to you & Frankie ! 💗


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