Wind Blown Roses

by Donna Kirk on March 9, 2017

At Matthew’s grave today, peeking out from behind his stone, lay two bunches of roses. Given the high winds last night, they were probably tossed there.

But the flowers were perfectly placed, side by side, as if purposefully tucked in between the stones for protection.

The surrounding graves were calm and serene as usual; nothing strewn about. No bits of floral arrangements broken loose, lying haphazard on the grass. No papers from nearby trash cans stuck to the headstones. No flower pots toppled.

As a daily visitor, I’m familiar with the order of the cemetery.

Perhaps the roses were left by a visitor in honour of Matt’s birthday a few weeks ago. Or just in honour of him, a person so loved and admired, gone from us for nearly seven years.

A miss you, wish you were here, message.

And the roses were yellow, Matthew’s favourite colour.

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JENNIFER MOOK-SANG March 10, 2017 at 10:06 am

lovely experience you shared so well, donna!


Donna Kirk March 10, 2017 at 10:45 am

Thanks, Jennifer.


Joyce Wayne March 10, 2017 at 10:14 am

Brought a tear to my eye.


Donna Kirk March 10, 2017 at 10:46 am

Thanks, Joyce.


Sheila. Gale March 10, 2017 at 11:42 am

You’ve painted a beautiful image of the graveyard where MATTHEW lies. I can see the roses lying there in his memory. Thank you for sharing this moment with us, Donna.


Donna Kirk March 10, 2017 at 3:57 pm

Thanks, Sheila.


Julie March 10, 2017 at 12:52 pm

Touching story Donna. Thank you for sharing.


Sherry Isaac March 10, 2017 at 4:15 pm

Lovely. Stories like these are, on the one hand, utterly incredible, and yet so unsurprising. Thank you for sharing. Hard to believe it’s been 7 years. Big hugs, my friend.


Donna Kirk March 10, 2017 at 6:32 pm

Thanks, Sherry.


Crystal Kirk March 11, 2017 at 8:12 am

Love this!


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