Roses Will Bloom Again

Roses will bloom again

Just wait and see

Don't mourn what might have been

Only God knows how and when

But, roses will bloom again.

 

Rose was his only sweetheart
His loving wife for 40 (60) years
He cherished every day they had
And held his memories dear
He never dramed he'd bury Rose
And go on to live alone
When he laid his rose to rest
He looked to heaven and tried his best
To remember

Roses will bloom again
Just wait and see
Don't mourn what might have been
Only God knows how and when
But, roses will bloom again.
(written by Marcia Bloodworth Henry)
Sang by Jeff and Sheri Easter

 

 

The anniversary of mama's death was last Thursday.

 

We had ground-breaking on Sunday for the

Christian Life Center that Daddy envisioned.

It was a bitter-sweet day.

 

I've learned today that "The Wise Builder" that I recently

blogged about is soon to cross over.

He's caught a glimpse of heaven and he's said, "Let me go."

 

We close on the home place on Friday.

My sister told her kids,

"Tomorrow's the last day we'll get to fish at granddaddy's."

 

 

The amaryllis were mama's favorite.

Somewhere in there, is the one that was given to her in memory of her baby boy.

 

 

Pansies always lined the front porch.

 

 

Azalea beds always surrounded the trees.

 

 

The view from the back porch will be forever etched in my memory.

 

The kids fishing with their Granddaddy.

 

Feeding the ducks with Nanny and shooting

firecrackers to keep the geese away.

 

Shooting baskets with the cousins.

 

Riding the golf cart with Granddaddy.

 

Nanny's biscuits and breakfast on Sunday nights.

 

Granddaddy reading the Christmas Story.

 

All Precious Memories.

 

The house, no longer belongs to us.

The memories are ours to treasure.

 

Roses will bloom again,

 

Bonnie

 

Sorry for the poor images.  These were taken from a copy of stored photos.