| | Today I am pondering the idea of a kiss for the rose on a grave and is it good to be compared to such a thing. I'm not sure I like it. But then it's okay for me not to like it because no one has actually compared me to a kiss from a rose on the grave. So... it really doesn't matter at all. I've sort of had Seal's song in my head this afternoon. For although I wasn't kissed by a rose... I was wounded by a rose. A friend brought me some roses when my Dad was first put in the hospital. They were beautiful!!!! But then they died. I had to throw them away a couple of nights ago and when I took them out of the vase, one of the thorns hit me right on the edge of my thumbnail and it HURT. It has caused this weird hangnail effect. AND it got all red and puffy. I don't think it is infected or anything but it sure does hurt. This is not good for a girl with hand issues like myself. But, I'm learning to deal with it. I am by no means turning my back on roses. The Bible says to turn the other cheek... right? I am willing to do that... so please.... send me more flowers if you wish. My dad had to go back in the hospital last Wednesday because he had some breathing issues. BUT, he got out again on Monday and he is doing great. He is getting around really well. I'm actually very impressed by him and VERY proud. He has even asked his church to find a volunteer job for him to do while he recovers. Of course, in the past he has done a lot of manual labor for them... I assume they let people do other things though... wouldn't you assume that? Tomorrow I am off to the beach to spend some quality time with friends and to work on my aging process AKA get a tan. love ya!!! |
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