The Rose

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On Thanksgiving a rose was growing in my grandparents garden…. From a rose bush that my dad planted….

But the Rose was pink… And it was different than what had been planted there originally…

So my grandmother cut it and brought it to my mom….

We all looked at it as a sweet reminder that dad is still here in some way…. Still part of our lives… Regardless of his absence…

On Sunday when I got home from Tuscaloosa…. I found mom sitting on the couch… She was paying bills and watching Christmas movies… Enjoying her world… And then I noticed the rose….

It had opened up… Tall and thin and tucked right before… Now the Rose was big and broad and it the craziest part…. It was white….

The inside of the rose laid bare and all the petals where white rather than pink… Only the petals from the outside where pink…

And when I saw it… I said “oh my gosh mom… The rose”…. She immediately knew what I meant and responded with “yeah, isn’t that crazy?!”…

Of course I joked and asked her if she had been talking to it… My mother is an avid plant grower with a green thumb…

She laughed at my response and said “no”… But it still amazes me that the rose was sent to convey a beautiful message…

And I don’t know what it means… It could mean a lot of different things… It could have different means for each person that’s been affected by dads death…

But to me well I saw it as things not always becoming what they appear to be…

Dads death has been a shock… A deep painful hurt… And nothing can replace the pain but time has made it easier… It’s been dark and deep like the outside of that rose…

At times I’ve felt tucked in and in pain… And the rose out of season is kind of like this death… Shocking and uncommon to me…

But then it was so beautiful as a pink rose… Just like this death has been…

But as the Rose opened up it petals… Well new life and greater things were hidden within it… Things we never thought we’d see where tucked within…

And I believe that’s what this death will continue to be…

I believe that though we are hurt and in deep pain right now… Well it won’t always be that way….

And… When it’s time… Like the flower… Life will open up and be lighter… And it will show us things we never thought we’d see…

I believe… Because of dads death… We’ll go on journeys that life would’ve never taken us before….

And though this time is challenging right now… I believe that the rose is a symbol of hope and encouragement… It’s a sign that life will change and evolve into something beautiful…

And above all of that… I believe… That in time… We will have a beautiful story to share with others… That will bring them hope and encouragement….

And that’s ok with me…

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