As I was cleaning up some of the things around my garden yesterday, I noticed that the rose bush in front of the wishing well was still blooming. I took the time to enjoy this beautiful little October rose for it took me back in time to 40 years ago. I remember that there had been a rose on my rose bush when Daddy died on October 24th, 1981. And although the tears were many, I remember how that delicate little bloom had given me comfort. For it reminded me that for everything in life, there is a time to live and a time one must go. But that God gave us the gift of our memories so that we would have forever roses. And that is for sure a very good thing.