Dried
Rose
In March of 1999, a fresh red rose was presented to me and
each of my siblings in honor of my mother as we were about to depart the
cemetery concluding her funeral. Arriving home later that night,
I absentmindedly left the rose on the back floor of my car
where it lay secretly and discreetly for over a month
before rediscovering it, completely dried yet still in tact. I
placed the single dried rose in an empty green vase and set it upon my
kitchen windowsill where it faces eastwardly greeting the sunrise of
each new day.
This dried flower is not only a reminder of my
mother and her beauty but also a symbol of her strength, determination and
fortitude. My mother lost her struggle with cancer, but her legacy
lives on for the many people that loved her and miss her still.
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Cheers,
Brian
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