To a Winter Rose


Dear Readers,

[Note:  This is a re-post.  Monday December 10, 2012 will mark the one-year anniversary of the death of my friend, Cheryl.  I am providing this link on Face Book, to honor the memory of Cheryl.]

January 10, 2011

Exactly one month ago, my friend, Cheryl, died — on the same morning that the first of the Camellias bloomed in our garden.  Since it is difficult for me to find the words to express what her friendship meant to me, I will borrow from the language of flowers:

The Camellia is The Winter Rose but I first met Cheryl in the summer, only six months ago.  I remember my first impression:  she was elegant and lovely yet fragile and delicate.

We refer to the Camellia, poetically, as the rose without thorns.  Yet, I soon learned that Cheryl’s life did contain thorns:  when her mother died of breast cancer, Cheryl was only thirteen years of age.  When I met her, Cheryl was battling breast cancer for the third time, within a span of ten years.

In spite of her affliction, she was spirited and vivacious.  She and her husband, Doug, downplayed the seriousness of Cheryl’s health challenges:  They were brave, courageous, and optimistic.

She possessed a beauty borne of years of suffering.  The natural tendency, in suffering, is to isolate oneself.  Instead, over the decades, she invested herself in nurturing strong relationships with family and friends.

In the autumn, as Cheryl’s health declined, the families of both Doug and Cheryl welcomed me into their closely knit circle.  They taught me how an extended family cares for each other, during the deepest and darkest season of affliction.

Doug was her protector:  She depended upon him and he was entirely trustworthy.  He arranged for her comfort and companionship, during the hours that he was at the university.  He was unfailingly energetic, optimistic, and gracious to everyone, in spite of struggling with the harrowing thought of losing his wife.

Their commitment to marriage [almost 31 years] and to each other was strong, pure, and everlasting.

Cheryl’s life demonstrated the symmetry of integrity:  She knew what she believed and she lived out what she believed.  She was consistent in both character and virtue.  Her commitment to both Christian faith and practice was unwavering.

Elegant and beautiful yet fragile and delicate; loving and trusting her husband and family; generously giving herself in friendship and service to others; trusting in the Holy Trinity for her life on earth and for her eternal future:  Those were the enduring qualities of my friend, Cheryl.

On this winter day, glancing out my window, I can see our Camellia bushes:  The red and pink blooms offer a welcome burst of color in the cold, dreary, rainy landscape.  As I pause to admire the perfect blooms, I remember the gentle and light fragrance of Cheryl’s life.   She loved the Holy Trinity  “with all [of her] heart, soul, mind, and strength.”  It was this self-emptying love for God and for others that drew family and friends to her.  Even when her own life was fading, she was concerned for the welfare of those around her.

Cheryl loved beautiful, sacred music, as do I, and she was gifted with a superb singing voice.  Every Sunday morning, at St. Peter’s Anglican Church, the voices of both the congregation and the choir combine to sing the ancient hymns of worship. As we lift our voices with “all the company of heaven,”  I can imagine the lovely sound of Cheryl’s clear and soaring voice, a reflection of  the depth and beauty of a life lived well, to the glory of God.

“ . . . with Angels and Archangels, and with all the company of heaven, we laud and magnify thy glorious Name, evermore praising thee, and saying,

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of hosts:

Heaven and earth are full of thy glory.

Glory be to thee, O Lord Most High!” 


“You only are immortal, the creator and maker of mankind; and we are mortal, formed of the earth, and to earth shall we return.  For so did you ordain when you created me, saying, ‘You are dust, and to dust you shall return.’

All of us go down to the dust; yet even at the grave we make our song:  Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!”


“Grant her your peace; let Light Perpetual shine on her; and, in your loving wisdom and almighty power, work in her the good purpose of your perfect will; through Jesus Christ our Lord.  Amen.”

“Give rest, O Christ, to your servant, Cheryl, with your saints, where sorrow and pain are no more, neither sighing, but life everlasting.  Amen.”

Coram Deo,


[Written by Margot Blair Payne, January 10, 2012].

[Quotes are from the Book of Common Prayer.]

In her book, “A Victorian Flower Dictionary,” Mandy Kirby notes that the Camellia is “the Empress of Winter,” bringing lightness and gaiety to a dark time of year.

“It was the belle of winter flowers, gracing dinner parties, balls and concert rooms,” Kirby writes, and soon came to represent “a simple expression of feminine beauty and love.”

The Camellia:

The Empress of Winter

The Belle of Winter

The Rose Without Thorns

Qualities: Longevity, Evergreen, Symmetry

Feminine Qualities:  Elegance, Loveliness, Beauty,  Lightness, Gaiety, Trust

Masculine Qualities:  Protection, Excellence, Steadfastness, Trustworthiness

Qualities of Love:  Strong, Pure, Everlasting

Other:  Admiration, Perfection, Gratitude




Filed under Life and Death of a Friend

6 responses to “To a Winter Rose

  1. DeLynn

    What a beautiful summation of Cheryl’s life qualities! You truly have captured the essence of her inner (and outer) beauty. Thanks so much for the remembrance. It is a comfort to imagine her reflecting God’s glory perfectly in Heaven. May God comfort you as well.

  2. Carol Thompson

    Margot, what a lovely way to honor Cheryl. She was as beautiful as a flower in appearance, certainly in personality, and in her spirit. We miss her too and have very dear memories of this very special friend. We thank God that our lives intersected and that we got to be her friends as well. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

  3. A lovely tribute to your friend. It sounds like she was a blossom in your life and that you miss her. She is honored by your words. I am honored to read them.

  4. Thank you for your beautiful thoughts about my dear sister, Margo. You were a special friend to her and I’m so glad to have had the chance to get to know you in her home while she was still with us. I am a gardener and so love how you’ve blended your love of writing with your appreciation for the beauty creation – this beautiful winter rose. Elegant and lovely, yet fragile and delicate.

  5. Deborah

    Margot, This is beautiful. I did not know Cheryl but it sounds like that is my loss. I loved meeting her family at her home going service which was a beautiful tribute. As you and I are both survivors I know she fought well as death is our enemy. But, God turns all things for our good and His glory. Although her family and friends will miss her she knows what we yet know not – what it is like to be home. We find peace in that and grow in coming to the place where we will one day look forward to meeting the Trinity face to face. Thank you for sharing this wonderful tribute to Cheryl.
    In His awesome grip, Debbie

  6. Thank you so much for your beautiful words describing my sweet sister, Cheryl. When I was with her during her last days…she would talk about these delicate flowers as some were in her flower bed…and she would smile her sweet smile. You have described her wonderfully.

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