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Yes, my mother died and I remember later that winter coming home on a cold dark night worn out and frustrated. I opened the front door and our 90 lbs Golden Retriever bolted out the door and broke the last branch of a very small Azalea. The Azalea was a gift to me at the funeral to remember my mother by. Now it was dead pretty much, and had been. The dog breaking the last little branch left amd already dead twig of a plant there. I remember just looking at it in the snow. It died early that year but I still wanted it. Now it was pretty much nothing and I felt really down. I said 'God, if you only give me one miracle, bring this back'. It was more of defiance than a request though.
Next spring the little thing came back. I was stunned. Yeah, I am guessing that Azaleas can do that, somehow, but I was giving what I asked for. It showed me that all things are not lost and I don't understand everything. When I moved I had the realtor dig up the plant and mail it to me (it was $60 shipping way back then---she watered it, water is heavy). That little Azalea is 25 years old now and about 7 teet tall and 5' wide, but it was suppossed to be a dwarf one. Everytime I feel down I think of that little dead twig.1