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Monday, July 6, 2015
We planted a reddish-hot pinkish rose bush in Brut's grave. It spices up our little memorial garden as the other plants there have already bloomed. Leave it to Brut to take center stage. ☺
It was hubby's idea for the roses. I hadn't a clue as to what to plant. Roses fit much of Brut's characteristics. Beautiful, fragrant and thorny. A fitting flower for a King.
I bawled all day the day hubby picked up the roses, not knowing if I could go through putting the roses in his grave. So final. A completion. But when the time came, I was OK.
We planted the rose bush on July 4, in the evening, about the time of Brut's burial. It seemed fitting.
A while I'd rather have my Brut back then the roses, the roses represent Brut quite well. I don't think hubby could have found a better match.
They are perfect.
(please forgive my lack of photography skills as there is a saturation of red that I don't know how to fix.)