Mother’s Day to me used to be bringing you a carefully selected rose bush for your rose garden. Every year color and variety selected for meaning; sitting in the sun on your porch; enjoying the view; and just being together.
I miss those times which seemed they could go on forever. We never knew the last time was the last time. Perhaps it was best we didn’t.
I know in heaven you and Dad are sitting in a rose garden and every year my heart is sending you another rose bush. Miss you Mom and Happy Mother’s day.
A Perfect Yellow Rose by Thomas Kinkade