FORTY SEVEN

Prince

I looked at the variety of beautiful roses in front of me, it was hard to choose between them and the gorgeous white tulips.

Roses are cliché. I stood in the flower shop gazing between both flowers for about a minute until an old lady walked over.

“it’s always them roses son, they are the key to a woman’s heart,” she said in a crackly voice. I looked down at her wrinkled face and smile. “Buy a whole bunch and she will blush to death. Are they for yah girlfriend?”

Nodded

“My sweetheart. My wife.”

“Romantic. I remembered the first time my husband bought me roses. I felt so loved, so appreciated. That night we made our first child.” She chuckled. “I kept them flowers alive for years, and it broke my heart when I had to put them on his grave …. “ The bright smile on her face dropped immediately, and a tear escaped from her eyes. I placed my hand on her shoulder and she quickly wiped the tear from her eyes.

“I’m okay son. He lived a long life. Death must come one day, but beli