Let the Daisies Bloom and Pass to the Earth

These are the last two of the Gerber Daisies growing in my yard.  The weather is slowly cooling and soon these guys will freeze and die.  Dramatic but true.  I suppose I could dig them up and nurture them all winter, bring them on our travels and fertilize them once a month.  But, their time has come and past.  In some ways I fight change, maybe in many ways, and yet embrace it.  Sometimes I look forward to it.  Sometimes I mourn the whole life cycle and the planet we live on.  I used to be fraught dealing with a family member's addiction to a catfisher and yet things have a way of being as they should.  The emotion is still there, sorrow and confusion, a hole in my heart that grows wide, humming just beneath the surface and looking for a moment some days.  But sometimes the only solution is to let a situation play out.  Let the Gerber daisies shine their last moments and then pass away.  For my family member we have now handed off their financial addiction to giving money away to a fake lover to a professional.  Who we pay.  When that fails to keep my struggling family member afloat as they bob around a lonely stormy sea like a baby seal far from land, all will settle in the lap of the courts.  And, I think that person of my blood who the family can't stop from self-harm and who cannot stop themselves, will be happy.  Or at least find some peace.  They will be constrained from the freedom to run their own lives which they can no longer do.  These two Gerber daisies fought me when I first planted them.  They were overrun by bugs and refused to bloom and yet here we are in late September, shining away in the cool of the morning sun.  Maybe my family member will be like that.  Happy to finally have somebody else, a bank, manage all their funds so they can relax and shine and find other ways to occupy their time like going for a walk with a friend, taking a glass blowing class.  No more fake lovers promising houses on the hill in California and champagne for lunch.  The fantasy that will never be.  Letting life.  Allowing life.  Having faith that things will work out as they should are all hard won emotions for me.  I still struggle and yet signs are everywhere.  I let the daisies bloom and pass to the earth.  I let my family member find their way through a maze littered with chaos and hairpin turns as light beckons far down the tunnel.