This time, I was again in the frontoom with my children. I had my eyes closed. Someone had put a yellow rose in my hand. I couldn’t see who it was but as soon as he spoke. I said, “Oh I know that voice.” It was the voice of my husband. I smiled and pressed his hand against my cheek. He was by my side and I whispered, “I love you.” Then I was gone. It was so real.
It was a harsh reality when I woke up to an empty room.
I looked up the meaning of a yellow rose: Yellow roses are often given to loved ones as a way to bring joy and cheer. Due to the yellow rose’s bright color, many attribute it to the warmth of a sunny day, and rightfully so. It’s an absolute beauty to behold, bringing happiness to all who receive it.
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