The apple blossoms were in full bloom today. The scent in the air was pure. Spring has many marvels. There were three baby robins in a nest in the old oak tree across the road. I heard their sweet chrips as I watered the flower garden. The snap dragons have brilliant colors - pinks, reds, oranges - and their name reminds me of something mildly Oriental. And there it is: the rose bush you planted for me on our anniversary. Its glorious buds are as vibrant as ever. Looking at them, touching their silken petals; this, my love, is when I most miss you. I wish I could control the overwhelming sadness I feel. One year ago today was when I lost you. The shovel in the barn works to dig up the rose bush. I'm replanting it today. Somewhere outside is the perfect place where even you, my darling, can admire its unending beauty. Once I reach my destination, I sit there for awhile. It reads that you died on May 28th. I clear away the grass and weeds. On stone it says, "A loving husband and son." The sobs and tears come. I don't understand! You promised to stay with me forever! Just then, the wind blows and like an unbroken promise, I make a clear realization. It was as if you kissed my tear-stained cheek. I exhale and dig a small place beside your tombstone, thinking about you. You are always with me, and I know that you have never completely left. The rose bush is planted. My tears are dried up. I feel your beautiful presence and walk away saying, "I'll see you soon." Death is not the end.
� January 3, 2000