Stories Collected While Living in France
A small dried rose bud, fading gently with memories tucked in between its petals to enchant.
Sing the song of your memories, it is a beautiful gift to give. Petal after petal …especially those that include others who need to hear how their lives have touched yours.
Hi Corey
….and you’ve got the most beautiful memories. Your Daddy was very special.
Regards to your Mom.
In many events the rose is our best friend .
“On est bien peu de chose
Et mon amie la rose
Est morte ce matin
La lune cette nuit
A veillé mon amie
Moi en rêve j’ai vu
Eblouissante et nue
Son âme qui dansait
Bien au-delà des nues
Et qui me souriait
Crois celui qui peut croire
Moi, j’ai besoin d’espoir
Sinon je ne suis rien
Ou bien si peu de chose
C’est mon amie la rose
Qui l’a dit hier matin.”
by French singer Françoise Hardy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uwmk3vH8czo
I kept rose petals from both my grandmother’s and grandfather’s funerals and have brought them here to Italy with me where they sit in separate, hand-carved Lithuanian boxes (my grandfather was Lithuanian). They are so comforting to me.
merveilleuses photos et bravo marie noëlle d’avoir retrouver la chanson de françoise hardy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mERbQIvgJXs
You put a song in my heart each and every day my lovely friend……….
God bless you and yours real good.
Love Jeanne
You have touched my life, Corey. You have shared your family’s boundless love, you’ve shared your gift of seeing beauty in all the details, you’ve shared your enthusiasm for discovery, you’ve shared your knack for seeing every day as special. (Not to mention sharing some chocolate covered espresso beans.) You have shared an incredible gift of joy with all of your readers and I think I probably speak for all of us when I say that we are grateful.
I can’t even remember how I found your blog in the first place, but I am so glad I did.
i take it as the sign of an enduring love between the recipient and the giver 🙂
how r u Corey
Dear Corey,
Just a note to let you know that my thoughts are with you and your family always…yesterday I worked in my garden and even painted some chairs…thinking of your wonderful Mother and her incredible garden… and all the lovely photos that you have shared. Grief seems more bearable in a garden among the roses.
I loved the photo of your Mom on Memorial Day too…WOW…those flags! THE FLAG!!!
Peace to you all…
Leslie
What beautiful photographs. You could have posted just those and my heart would have felt exactly what it felt reading your words. You have such a gift, Corey. You continually amaze and enchant me. I know your mother is so glad you are there beside her, touching her life.
Oh Corey, has it been a month? We kept roses from my grandmother’s funeral. I still have them I think. You’ve done so much good here. Isn’t it strange how your blog has evolved? No, not strange….natural.
– Suzanne, the Farmer’s Wife
Such a beautiful idea to keep this rosebud as a remembrance. I have a small stuffed felt heart that a friend gave me to keep in my pocket and feel my father close.
An enchanting post, Corey.
Beautiful words…beautiful pictures.
You and your family are in my prayers.
Hang onto those beautiful memories!
I can’t believe it’s been a month Corey.
I think a rosebud is a nice thing to keep.
Rosemary
The azalea plants family gave me at Dad’s memorial service are now blooming bright red and pink blossoms in the front yard. Reminding me of the love of others. Just like your rosebud. Your writing and friendship has definitely touched my life.
Love’s blossoms never fade.
Checking in with you, the memories will not fade with the rose.
lovely,
x..x
I’ve been vacationing but decided to stop and check in on you.
Those roses are beautiful and I’m glad you’ve kept a few.
Big Hug.
Thinking of you and still praying.
corey…i’ve been so busy just coming home only to travel away once again. i have missed your blog, but prayed for you every single day. i do feel my parents with me, all the time & so very close~~ especially when i smell a rose or my momma’s perfume. i am so glad about that.
also…i love the memorial day photo of your momma amongst the flags.
Dear Corey,
How beautiful your words are, and so true as they touch my heart making me think of other memories to hold and cherish.
Love*
Hey Corey, still thinking of you and praying for you and your family. I love the beautiful rose and the remembrance it represents. Love, Pam
Your words, your images, your life experiences and your family’s have touched so many others, Corey – you give us poetry and beauty to reframe our own life experiences. And by sharing all of this with us, your life story and your father’s memory now lives on in hundreds – thousands? of people around the world.
Like your rose memento, we all carry the memory, a little of this story, with us now. The rose I kept as a memento for my mother has faded away to dust – but I carry not only her memory, but the memory of all who shared at the time with me, how she had touched their lives – and unlike the rose, those memories don’t fade. They are the flowers that last.
When my aunt died, i went back to the cemetery the day after her funeral and collected rose buds from wreaths in the snow. i still have them, its five years now.
God Bless you, Corey,
love,
maria in ny
Petals falling, a sigh brushes lightly upon my cheek… Corey, I miss you and hope you are smiling in between… Miss you, and know that I think of you daily…
Afer my dad died, a friend of ours took all the roses from his wake and funeral and had them made into a rosary by Carmelite nuns in Illinois…such a beautiful and meaningful and lasting gift to treasure. My thoughts are with you and your mom, dear Corey.
fading beauty of a never ending memory!
Beautiful…
xoxo Nita
That is such a lovely and profound post, I have nothing to add. Thinking of you, your Mom (and fam too)and remembering what it's like. You are in my heart and prayers.xoLidy
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