He knows and loves her house. He goes there with me every year and will continue to do so long after her house is sold. That thought has also been a hard one for me to swallow this summer.
I know the days of going to her home are numbered, and that makes me sad.I grow roses because of her. Mine will neve be as large as hers, but I think they would make her proud. I love taking care of her roses. There are so many of them that we can cut some to take to cemetary for her and her two husbands. Their smell is divine.