The Day Of
After my uncle’s funeral, I noticed my mother and her sisters came home and each had a single, long stem, yellow rose. As the day progressed, I found one of the roses placed in a water bottle that sat on the side of kitchen sink. Another had been demolished, with petals missing (I’m assuming either one of the kids or one of the dogs got to it). Then I came across this one, it laid on the table just waiting for me to capture it. There are so many things that are forgotten after a funeral. Who said what, who came by to show their condolences, who called, those who forget to call. This rose will always remind me of the day my Uncle Robert was laid to rest. The day our family officially said their goodbyes..or see you later.