My husband, Sexy Neck, has always been a rock to me. His tower of strength and stability have always grounded me and sometimes annoyed me.
In the last five months since mom’s diagnosis and now her death, Sexy Neck has not only been a rock, but a sweet, sweet rose.
His words have been velvety rose petal smooth to my soul.
He has been sweet to my mom and has always displayed a deep connection to her that goes beyond my understanding.
Sexy Neck has stood by with class as many things unfolded in and around our family.
Today, he saw the rose from hospice sitting in our van. He said, “Why don’t we take the rose and put it on a x-country ski trail for your mom?” This is exactly what dad, our boys and I needed to hear on this first ski without mom.
We carried the rose on the side of the chariot out to Woodland Bell.
We skied into a sunny meadow, wrote mom’s name in the snow and placed the rose beside a little spruce tree.
Happy New Year to my sweet rose, Sexy Neck, my beautiful boys, my dad, my family, friends and blog readers.
May you have many roses in your life even when you are in the desert and may you stop to smell the roses this year.
35 The wilderness and the wasteland shall be glad for them,
And the desert shall rejoice and blossom as the rose;
2 It shall blossom abundantly and rejoice,
Even with joy and singing. Isaiah 35:1 & 2
6 thoughts on “Be Leaving a Rose from My Rose”
Starfighter441 is my nom de guerre JJ, I suspect you recognise my avatar.
I recognized you by your pic rather than your name! Happy new year to you, R and P.
wow jo. beautiful. doesn’t look quite right – sovereign without Nana. you and your family manage to bring forth some super sweetness. sweet rose. love it.
Love Sexy Neck for his thoughtfulness. Sorry to hear Kurt is sick. Hopefully you manage to avoid it! Take care.