Jewells of Thought

These are all photos of one Rose. One of the roses pulled from Aunt Carol’s flowers above her casket. I love the color of this flower.

Different angles and lighting give it some nuances in each photo. Like Aunt Carol did. I didn’t realize how similar we were. I did know she liked to cook and she was reserved as I tend to be.

What I didn’t really know was that she liked to read. Only recently did I hear Mom say she liked to sit in her swing and read. Everyone in the family sings so I knew she sang, but she didn’t talk about singing in the choir very often.

Why does loss sting… ? Even knowing exactly where she is right now. Although 18 and nearly 24 years later and they still don’t completely take away the ache of the loss of both my Grandpa’s. I also know where they are with Christ.

Do you know where your loved one’s are?