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| Rosa 'Susan Williams-Ellis' - 21 November 2025 |
Of late with the early darkness and the constant rain, I have been in a funk of no activity. Today, Monday, November 24, I am filling the holes for the days I did not write a blog. With this one I will almost be done. I will need to write a few more.
This white rose is the last rose of the season. It does look pretty good considering the weather circumstances. Because of my constant thought of my departed Rosemary this rose represents her. Why?
Rosemary was a delicate, gracious, elegant and beautiful woman. At the same time she was a lot stronger when facing stress and turmoil than her husband. Somehow a delicate white rose that is the last of the season is the Rosemary of my memory. Unlike Rosemary this rose will come back next year and make me smile.
Every day, as I read of the goings on in so many countries in this 21st century, I am grateful for the decision Rosemary made in 1975 to leave Mexico for Vancouver. But paradoxically, because of her financial acumen, I do not have to worry about finances. When my daughters need it they get it because I can. When I depart this world they will be even better off.
Because I do not have to worry (as a result of Rosemary's financial acumen) and because my only obligations besides feeding myself, feeding my cats, walking Niño, I have this philosophic angst of trying to find a meaning for my continuing existence.
When Niño, who is in remission from his lymphatic cancer of the intestines, stares at me I know what he is thinking, “Alex don’t die before we do. Who would take care of us?”
That is a powerful motive to keep on.
