I approach Valentine's Day with caution each year. When we were first married and poor, my husband gave me a single red rose every Valentine's. Sometimes it was a real rose, sometimes a silk rose, and one year a glass rose. Even when we could have afforded more, the tradition remained a single red rose. During the year Ron was on hospice care, three beautiful rose bushes grew by the front windows, an abundance of beauty. He would offer roses to nurses and visitors.
I continue the tose tradition now. Each Valentine's, I lay a single red rose on his grave.
Hi, Charu,
I approach Valentine's Day with caution each year. When we were first married and poor, my husband gave me a single red rose every Valentine's. Sometimes it was a real rose, sometimes a silk rose, and one year a glass rose. Even when we could have afforded more, the tradition remained a single red rose. During the year Ron was on hospice care, three beautiful rose bushes grew by the front windows, an abundance of beauty. He would offer roses to nurses and visitors.
I continue the tose tradition now. Each Valentine's, I lay a single red rose on his grave.