Yellow Roses // To Love, and to Remember

It always happens the same way, several times during each visit. She sees the yellow roses I brought, her face lights up, and she retells the story. Although her dementia tends to wildly jumble her stories together, she always gets this one right.

It was shortly after the end of the second world war; she and grandfather were going to marry. But no matter how hard he tried, he simply could not find any red roses for her bouquet. In the end, he had to take yellow roses – the only roses he could find. From that day on, he always gave her yellow roses. Each and every anniversary, every birthday, yellow roses, for her.

She always gets this story right.


Yellow Roses
For a visit

2 thoughts on “Yellow Roses // To Love, and to Remember”

  1. Well, that was one spot-on timing! I was just thinking to myself, there hasn’t been anything new up in too long a time, and there it is, and a lovely little highlight at that!

    A great insight into the life of J to see the two of you together, too. Thanks a lot for the opportunity!

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