When I think of my Grandmother it’s always accompanied by roses. Beautiful red old fashioned trailing roses next to the house. Meticulously tooled leather roses on all of her things. Bouquets of fresh flowers with roses on her “bar”. In her middle name.
It’s been 16 years now since she entered her rest. She may be absent from this world, but she’s always there in the shadows of my mind. Some times she comes out of my mouth, with some little phrase. When I make potato salad. Sometimes it’s her picture I find while looking for something else. Other times it’s in the way Thing 1 looks when she holds her head a certain way. I see her in my Mom too.
Today I light a candle for Emma Rosetta Wadkins, of blessed memory.
See also: https://alaskaonmymind.wordpress.com/2015/01/29/one-decade/
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Cant believe the lady resemblance goes back that far!! ☺️
It probably goes back even further, but I’m not that old to know.