Eventually the petals fade and fall from the rose.
One by one they flutter to the ground or
blow away on the soft breath of the wind.
Only the sweet memory of the rose remains…
The fragility and delicacy…
Wisps of pink and lavender.
And now stillness.
This rose will be forever in my heart.
I love you mom.
Ethel Mudge October 7, 1924 – June 5, 2015
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