![]() |
| Photo: The Roses |
Last week I came across a large
zip-loc bag in a desk drawer.
It was filled with dried roses and baby's breath
from the family arrangement that was
at my Mother's funeral.
Mother died on August 13th, 1995.
(Norman, my father, bought the flowers
and brought them to The Cottage in 1995.
He asked me to make the family
arrangement for Mother's service.
I was so happy to do it)
When I found the flowers, last week,
I took this photo and threw
the dried flowers away.
It was sad to throw them away,
but it was OK. I am OK.
Life has an uncanny way of moving on
and you have no choice
but to hang on and go along with it.
Life isn't exactly as I imagined
it would be at my age.
I think that it might be better.
Life is truly wonderful....
Love you beyond the moon.
Me





.jpg)
