The rose that got left behind

Today I bought a bunch of roses to take to the crematorium garden for my husband who died almost 13 years ago.  Rushing as I often am. although I usually have no timetable but my own to adhere to, one of the trimmed roses got left in my kitchen.  I found it just now as I washed dishes.  I like to think that it was no accident, that it is a gentle loving message from Paul.  Especially today because it is his father’s birthday but mainly because my more recent companion has gone away for a week today and I need all the kind touches I can get.

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