Three Roses

My blip on this day of the year is usually a white flower. Today I have left the white rose in its vase and, instead, put a record in my journal of the place the roses are carefully laid.

It's 6 years since M died and ever since her husband has laid roses here, in a private forest, where her ashes were scattered. A place where they would sit for a while reading in the filtered sunshine while their dog investigated the forest undergrowth.

Since then 2 other sets of ashes have been scattered here with hers. A place and a day for quiet reflection on times with loved ones.

Dear M,

I met you 20 years ago. We would really have enjoyed having our photo studio back then. You would have been our star model, pretty lady.

S