Roses

3 hours ago
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So you might’ve seen my earlier post about the rosebush my sister bought from my Gramma that has now completely taken over and grown everywhere. Last week it started blooming these really beautiful roses that smelled amazing. I cut a few and put them in a vase, and by the next day they had fallen, so we put them in a bowl and they still smelled so good.

A few days ago I told my mom there were four roses blooming, and she said she knew and planned to cut it back after they finished so it wouldn’t look so wild. This morning she asked if I had smelled them and how good they were. I told her they had already fallen, but yes, I had. Then she said she kind of felt like it was my Gramma saying, “Hey, I’m doing good. I hope you guys are doing good. It looks like you are.”

I kind of paused and said, “Oh… is that what she’s telling you?” Because honestly, I don’t think that’s what she’s telling me. My mom asked what I thought it meant, and I said, “Well… not exactly that.” If I’m being honest, all of this is happening at the same time everything else has been going on, the wind chimes have been getting knocked around, and I haven’t exactly been in the best place lately. So to me, it feels like my Gramma might be trying to say something a little different.