As a little girl growing up in Kansas, I spent a lot of time with my grandparents. Looking back, I realize just how blessed I was to be able to have them in my life.
Grandpa was the kind of man that every Mother wants her daughter to marry. Kind, loving, strong and yet sensitive. We spent many evenings together on the front porch swing, just rocking and talking. Oh, how I miss his wisdom now.
For Christmas one year, Grandma and Grandpa gave me a china tea set. It had pink roses and I just loved it. Every day I would invite Grandpa to have “tea” with me and he always said yes. Our tea was actually orange juice, his favorite.
When I was taking the image of this rose today, memories of Grandpa having tea with me came flooding back. This is for you, Grandpa, with love.
Be good to yourself and each other. Namaste’
Eyes to See 