For years we’ve bought our Christmas tree and wreaths from Bedford Nursery on Greenwich Road. Two of the nicest people ever. Two of the most committed to being involved in all things Bedford. Raising money for Girl Scouts. Fire Department. Library.
I went armed with my checkbook and list but I was not prepared for bad news. Rosa, the co-owner with her husband, saw me and broke into tears. I didn’t know what happened.
She tells me her son died suddenly a couple of weeks ago. Dropped dead while eating Chinese food. He lived in Katonah and it was Rosa’s husband who found the boy when they hadn’t heard from him. Only 38 years old.
The grief in her voice and on her face was palpable. I didn’t have any words other than to tell her how sorry I was.
But I had come for a tree and wreaths, so I decided one way I could help would be to buy the largest tree and more wreaths than I needed. The couple had hoped to hand over the business to their son when they retired.
I equate all my treks to Bedford Nursery with joy. Whether buying annuals in summer or wreaths in the winter, Rosa and Mike exuded the epitome of what it is to shop local. Friendly. Fair. Kind.
She said the Town of Bedford has turned out in full force to offer them help and support. Bringing food. Bringing flowers. Volunteering to work at the nursery. That’s what living in a small town is all about.
I do wish I had known about the son’s death so I could have gone prepared to express my condolences. But I didn’t. Tough for two fine people.