You see, roses have a very special significance for me. First, they were my grandma's favorite flower. She had a rosebush in her garden. Second, right after she died, something happened that I think of as a message from heaven.
My mom and her two sisters were at my grandmother's house to plan the funeral. Of course it was a sad,emotional time. At one point the three of them went outside to walk around the garden that my grandma loved so much. (One of my precious memories is walking around it with her killing the slugs with salt,) :) When they got to the rosebush they got a surprise. It had not bloomed all summer, but there, right in the middle, were three big roses, fully open. My grandma had THREE daughters, and THREE roses suddenly bloomed. My mom and I believe that it was my grandma letting her and her sisters know that she was okay. Something for just her daughters to see and share. My mom took a picture of the rosebush that day. So now roses always make me think of my grandma and how much she loved me. And it also makes me think of the special sign that appeared that long ago summer. A message from heaven to provide comfort, ease the pain, and mend broken hearts. :)