Your gentle faces and patient smiles
With sadness we recall
You had a kindly word for each
And died beloved by all.
The voice is mute and stilled the heart
That loved us well and true,
Ah, bitter was the trial to part
From ones so good as you.
You are not forgotten, loved ones
Nor will you ever be
As long as life and memory last
We will remember thee.
We miss you now, our hearts are sore,
As time goes by we miss you more,
Your loving smiles, your gentle faces,
No one can fill your vacant places.
~ ~ Unknown Author ~
This is for my friend, Magnolia
The Story Behind The Photo
I would like to share this story with
everyone. This photo is taken at
my grandfather and grandmother's graves.
My grandfather died before her so she
planted this rose bush some 50 plus
years ago on his grave.
Over the years as a child, we went to
visit my grandfather many times.
The rose bush was always there and
somehow survived the elements.
Although it never really seem to grow or
really bloom much; or maybe being young,
I just did not notice.
A couple of weeks ago, my sister driving
by the cemetery, saw this rose bush
blooming from the road! It is
larger and has more blooms than ever on
it! Most people know that in
the south, it is not unusual in the fall
to see roses blooming as we have warm
weather longer than most do. What
is unusual is that we are in a drought
where rain is very hard to come by.
So we are overjoyed at the sight of this
rose bush which looks bigger and better
I take comfort in this as it lets me
know that even when they leave us, they
do still live on; as do our memories.
As my sister said, "She is tending her
garden well!" And The Garden was
one of her favorite hymns.