A Red Red Rose

On Sunday it will be 12 months.
J always loved having flowers in the house. Since her passing the house has been devoid of flowers. I thought it would be good to have some flowers in the house this weekend, so I bought a bouquet of red roses today. A year ago today it was Burns Night, and I read to her his poem (song lyric even) “A Red Red Rose”. She wasn’t fully conscious, but I know she heard and understood.