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.