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Bless your beautiful soul for this story! My mom would have been 71 on Sat. and she too loved roses along with every other flower under the sun. I will treasure this story and pray that God smiles on you! :)
My sister and I read this story. We are members of the club no one ever wants to be - those that lost mothers and miss them dearly.
We know how you feel. You know how we feel. There's a strange sort of comfort in that - but it's one we seem to be able to share only with one another.
Your photos remind me of my mom. She always had the curlers in her hair and housecoats, too. :)
My maternal grandmother lived with us when I was growing up. She was the green thumb in the household and maintained the gardens around the house. One spring a Dogwood seedling sprouted in the front flowerbed and my mother was beside herself with anticipation. She loved Dogwoods and was so excited that we had a volunteer sprouting! While Grandma was working in the flowerbed one afternoon she accidentally clipped off the seedling. She didn't want to disappoint Mom so she set about saving the tree. She worked with popsicle sticks and first aid tape to try and mend the seedling. Lo and behold, her "surgery" on the baby tree worked and it survived. For several seasons the tree grew tall and strong but did not bear blooms.
Grandma passed away one spring never seeing blooms on the tree. It was the next springtime that the Dogwood tree bore one perfect white bloom. Mom swore that it was Grandma sending her love from heaven.
My name is also Sherry and I lost my mom when I was 14. I'm now 43 and oddly, I still miss her almost as much as I did when I was a teenager. She also wore housecoats, curlers & bobbypins, and her personality was one of love and a great sense of humor. I miss her dearly.
Her favorite flowers were daisies & black eyed susans. I grow them in her honor. Everytime I see one of the Shasta daisies bloom, I think of her smile.
Perhaps in your new home you can plant a rose bush in memory of your mother, so it'll make you smile everytime you see it bloom. It does help, and it's truly an honor to plant something in memory of a loved one. It confirms that their spirit lives on, and promotes smiles instead of tears.
