Not long after my last post about the roses scent I love so much, I realized yesterday would have been my grandfather’s birthday. He passed away in 2002…but he is always with me. My father was military and we moved a lot, so the one constant in my life was my grandparent’s home in Wyckoff, NJ. We had a very special relationship, and spent many afternoons in his rose garden. He treated me with the same gentleness and care that he did his roses, and I think of him every time I see one. And I smile.
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I'm Susan — devout Francophile, mother of twins, writer, creative director, and aspiring author. I've been sharing my life here since 2010...thanks for reading!
This picture is absolutely precious Suzi…so sweet.
Thank you Erin…it is a treasured memory.