'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
-Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam, 1850
Yesterday I gathered a garden bouquet. It had a spray of red roses, branches of white-blossomed mock orange, stems of blue salvia and dutch iris and accents of feathery bronze fennel. I placed the bouquet on his grave. It was watered first by my tears and then by the rain.
Alfred was mean to me, so I stopped eating!
11 years ago
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He is with us in our thoughts and memories. And maybe also in the breeze that gently kisses you when you garden!
We, the pugs, send you all our love...
Alfred and Stella
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