A rose is a thing of beauty, but behind those soft petals, along the stem is a line of barbs, thorns so sharp they can impale. But if you are very careful you can avoid the thorns, and pluck a thing of rare beauty. I hope you find a few roses here among the thorns.
Friday, September 30, 2011
I just took my Mom to the hospital yesterday, and it made me think of how fleeting time is. So, here are some memories of my Mom.