I don't know why watering the rubber tree would make me feel so sad and cry today. But it did. Maybe Patrick and the rubber tree bonded when he was hanging out next to it during his final days.
I almost felt like I had to explain to the rubber tree why Patrick wasn't around anymore. How does one explain to a rubber tree why the sick little cat who may have befriended it in recent days can't come back and isn't going to be here anymore?
Does a rubber tree grieve?
How does one console a grieving rubber tree? (A hug? Kind words? Some compost?)
Grief is strange terrain.