The Last Rose of Summer
This is a memorial post on my mother who died in October eight years ago, updated with a picture from my blogging friend Paul Militaru
Six years ago my beloved mother died in October. What I had feared as a child just happened. She said every autumn, that she had taken “the last Rose of the summer” from the garden. She was a rose herself.
The Last Rose of Summer
Always thinking about us her children and keeping her correspondence with many people all over family and friends. If she didn’t get a letter for a long time she said oh:
“I am so sorry I didn’t hear from that person for a year or so”.
Here is a Pingback to a fellow blogger on someone being remembered as a rose.
My mother never gave up, but kept on writing and sure enough, she got letters back. Now I am able to “see” her as she was when I was small and even further back when she was young during the WWII and fortunately I have…
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From one Heart to Another 
Beautiful post, Maria.
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Thank you dear Clive. I know I have written more than this on my feelings for my mother and this is a re-blog but she was really a special kind of person worth remembering
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Absolutely! I’ve written about mine too, it seems right that we should remember them this way.
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Please send me the links so that I can read about your parents
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Thank you for asking. I’ve only written about my Mum – Dad is still going strong at 89! I looked back and you commented on my post – originally written in 2013, and I reblogged it earlier this year. The short link is http://wp.me/p2FNZK-Hi if you’d like to read it again 😊
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Beautiful xx
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So kind of you to tell me that Christy
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Lovely tribute.
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Just a beautiful post, Maria, and a lovely tribute to your mother. How wonderful that you have her letters…and now, use your own writing for others to get to know you! Jo
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Thank you Joanne. It’s a balance to write about one’s life without being too much! I love to read about your’s and other bloggers’ past and memories. It’s so precious to be able to have a look
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