It was bitterly cold that sunny day in late November, when my husband's best friend and I scattered Brande's grey ashes over a snow covered rosebed. The wind blew his ashes into my face - a final kiss goodbye. As one of his friends would later remark, "nice one, Brande!"
I promised myself that I would return in June, when the roses were in bloom. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the vibrant, red roses thriving where his ashes had been scattered.
Photographs copyright of: Ruth Adams, Widow's Endorphins Photographic Images Incorporated.
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