a month ago, just a few days after my father passed away, i went for a walk at the beautiful old cemetery here in helsinki. i noted quite surprised that the mother’s day rose my uncle had planted in may had started flowering again. at a big family grave, otherwise bare, it was comforting that two steady roses were swaying where my grandmother is resting. it was as if they symbolized her two sons – my dad and my uncle.
today i went by the grave again, and it surprised me even more to see the same two roses still there. together they stand the test of time.