Roses
One of the clearest memories of my mother was her love of roses. She had a rose garden when I was growing up and she spent many warm summer days tending them. Many friends sent roses to her funeral. I took one for a keepsake. I am looking at it now, a beautiful pale yellow.
I think every anniversary I will buy one in her memory. She was our rose.
Oh, I’m sorry for your loss. **HUGS**
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