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A young girl about 16 walked the cold stone path as she entered the back of the cottage in the middle of the forest by the beatiful rose bed. Then she remebered memories made from there.

~1 year ago~

"What are you doing?" I said looking at my beloved planting some seeds in the garden outside as I looked out the opened window.
"Planting some roses. They are so beatiful, I thought we could use some." He replied with his elgnant smile.
"Don't roses mean love?" I said smiling.
"People usually think so and so do I." He said coming toward the window and then kissed me gracefully.
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Then one day after he came back from town he cought a cold and took ill. I was worried every minute of the day and everyday and so were our children.
But with every passing day he only got worse, even if the doctors saw him and gave him medicine.
I prayed every day asking God to please let my dear Husband live and get better.
I was always by his side. I read to him, talked to him, sang to him, helped him, and fed him while he was sick.
Then one day he got up and said he was better and laughed and played with the children. We even took a walk through the woods and that night he held me so close while we sleep that I felt so safe and that nothing could separate us.
Then a week later he fell ill once again and this time the doctors only said he had cought a deadly verious and would die. I didn't believe them and only believe that my loved one would get better, but he didn't.
On the first day of Spring I cried by his side and then laid by him as he started to fall into the deadly sleep.

I yelled saying, "Please don't leave!"
The last thing he said to me was,"I love you and tell the children I love them."
I gently kissed him as he died and I was left to bare the pain with the children with his death.
We buried him that day in the rose bed that he planted so that way he would always be there with us.
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Every day I sit by his grave thinking of him. Then the day came when I died and was buried next to him with our children still living the house. But in heaven was when we were finally reunited and would be with eachother forever.


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