Red Roses 2
Red roses from my father's birthday, now dried and in the bowl.
Tomorrow—actually very early in the morning, so really late tonight—is the second anniversary of his death. So much has happened since then. I reel to consider it. I will buy more roses tomorrow, to continue the remembrance ritual for my parents, my ritual of a year and a day.
And then these too shall pass.
Labels: family history, ritual, roses
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