The Dried Roses

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