I just realized - I have dead roses all over my house.

White roses that the Farleys sent me after Dave died, are in a grapevine wreath.

Pink roses that Jerry gave me for Mother's Day two years ago, sit in an old vase.

Red roses that my sister in law picked from her garden are on a frame, that's also covered in lavendar and moss.

Peach rose buds are attached to the candles, in the living room.

Yellow roses sit on angel in my family room.

There are rose's all over my house.

None of them are alive.

All of them are memories.

It's time to buy some new roses.

It's time to make some new memories.

I'm not dead, preserved, dried out -

Why should my flowers be???