On the way into church tonight passed the rose bush by the rectory. My first thought was there's roses ... then that they looked like paper roses, so perfect and this late in the year.
I was glad that I had my camera. This was like receiving a gift. A spiritual gift. Something I needed. Mass was the Saturday vigil mass for tomorrow ... October 24th, the date of my mother's passing. I offered mass for her. Its been 6 years.
We so often butted heads, but also often had good times. Whatever we had or didn't have, she was my mother and I loved her, still do. Thanks for the roses, pink ones. Pink was her favorite color.
To mom with love,