Roses are red…

Today is Stephen’s birthday.  It’s not a happy birthday though since he passed away 9 months ago.  Stephen told me he didn’t want anyone making a fuss over his birthday but he would have been disappointed if I ignored his day.

Stephen is gone but he is always with me.  I think he would be happy with just a few words and the rose garden in his memory.  I remember when I brought red roses to him when he was in the hospital, he looked surprised and asked who sent them to him.

“Honey, the roses are from me.  I hope you like them.”


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