My beloved husband of 52 years died this morning.  When the men from the funeral home came to take his body, I found this rose on his pillow, left there by the attendants.  A small remembrance I suppose, but it was comforting to me.
Words aren't easy for me tonight.  It's been the first of many long days ahead in uncharted territory.  I don't know how to be alone, but I will learn.