A white rose, the purest of all flowers. The most delicate of all flowers. It can show any impurity.
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Such a rose stimulates both good and bad memories. But after today’s unpleasant news of death of a close friend, just looking at this flower makes me remember this short story:
Mom, why do the best people die?”
“When you’re in a garden, which flowers do you pick?”
“The most beautiful ones.”
Hopefully, all your days are full of hope and happiness with no sorrow and grief..
Rest in peace my friend.