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.
Dear Linda, thanks so much for this and thanks for reading. Your story --with Ron is so inspiring, as I read in your blog. I love the idea of silk roses. Wow, a glass rose too, must be beautiful. There you have a post about that. I bet the fragrance of the rose that you lay where he is lying, reaches him. Thanks so much for sharing this story. Heartwarming.
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.
Dear Linda, thanks so much for this and thanks for reading. Your story --with Ron is so inspiring, as I read in your blog. I love the idea of silk roses. Wow, a glass rose too, must be beautiful. There you have a post about that. I bet the fragrance of the rose that you lay where he is lying, reaches him. Thanks so much for sharing this story. Heartwarming.