June roses, wild & free, resilient, beautiful, with their delicate sweet fragrance, always take me back home, to the hills where I was raised and to memories of my father's strong, scarred, hard-working hands, presenting a freshly-picked bundle from the bushes in our pasture, where they faithfully bloomed every year, in time for my birthday.

So much of this memory parallels life…

Have you said "Good-bye" to someone special recently?

Maybe temporarily or, like me, permanently?

As some of you know, my Mom passed last month. And I didn’t get to say ‘Good-bye’ the way I would’ve liked to…