Mom's Rose

I have always had a bit of a black thumb. I have worked very hard to improve my plant care abilities, but I still seem to kill potted plants. Knowing this about myself, I was nervous after my mother's memorial service when I was given a car full of plants to take home. I made Jason promise not to let me to feel to depressed when I inevitably killed the plants. Sure enough one by one they died. At the one year mark of my mothers death only plant was left, this miniature rose. It looked so pathetic back in June, we were sure it was a goner. I know that my mom is in no way connected to the plant, but still I felt like giving up on the plant would be in someway giving up on her. Once again I re-potted it (in a ugly pot since I was sure it was going to die) and attempted to bring it back. Surprisingly, it worked! The rose has burst back to life.

I know this will sound cheesy, but this little rose is a lot like my mom. My mother was resilient. Frankie was determined to survive. Even when placed in adverse situations she flourished. She was able to rise above so many set backs in her life. My little rose is a beautiful reminder to me of her fortitude and strength. In some ways it reminders of her personality as well. Frankie was spunk, bright, and stubborn. I wish you all could have met her, she was really amazing.