Dad goes out to the yard, to Mother’s flower beds where he selects flowers for us to wear, in lapels or with safety pins, to church.
Mom gets a white one because her mother is not living.
Dad selects a red one and we kids get red — our mother’s are alive.
Dad did this every year and I wonder if this tradition was only dad’s or did this tradition just go away?
I believe them when they say the mind is like a computer, with many “bytes” — and with just a little switch, visions and memories come flooding back into the mind.
Maybe today, I shall wear 2 red roses.
One for Mother, for she IS living– with a risen savior, a LIVING one.