It was a glorious summer's day, the day she
was born. One of those special days you remember all your life and wonder
why they do not happen any more, which of course they still do. Her proud
parents knew at once what to call their beautiful daughter, for she stood
out like a rose in the garden of the other babies, a beautiful rose. So
that is what they called her
She grew up fast, a beautiful, loving and caring
daughter. Until the girl Rose like a young bud, blossomed and bloomed into Rose the woman.
She knew love, and she knew pain. She found that not everything in the garden
of life was beautiful. Several weeds that tried to smother her found
that this Rose indeed had sharp thorns.
One day, Rose met the man who was meant to be
for her, the love of her life, her soul mate. Then one spring day when
the flowers were fresh in the garden, she married her man. Rose petals covered the
blooming bride and her man.
Rose knew such happiness, such love, and everything
in the garden was wonderful. That was until one day in winter, when the
frost tainted the beauty that was Rose.
Her husband was coming home late one night, when
his car hit an icy patch and skidded off the road. The medics were quick
on the scene, but not quick enough to save the life of the only man that
there would ever be for Rose.
That night the woman that was Rose started to
wither and die, as her heart died with the loss of her love. She was often
seen at the roadside where her love had died. Every week she laid a fresh bunch
of roses at the spot of his death.
Like a flower though Rose faded, withered and
eventually died, a broken stem of the beauty she once was.
Even after she died, people swore they
saw a woman weeping at the spot where her husband had died, and people
who drive by the spot found their cars covered in rose petals.
