The Last Rose of Summer

So many moons ago, as the autumn was starting and the summer was fading away. We had a few rose bushes and they were finishing up their blooms. I remember my father coming in with a beautiful rose, he presents it to my mother, and he said, "Baby. "The last Rose of the Summer" I always thought that was such a romantic gesture. A simple gesture for his love for her.

My mom and dad in the 50's

Here's a favorite one of my dad.

And a lovely one of my mom.

They are in heaven now. I will forever cherish the tale of the "Last Rose of Summer"
May the heavens be filled with roses and laughter.