It was summer in the valley and it was hot. Robert and I both did children’s entertainment and when it is 100 degrees plus in the valley it can get really rough. It was one of those long, long hot days.
When I got home there was a yellow rose taped to the front door with a note attached.
It was a note from Robert saying, that he knew my day was hard and that he was thinking of me. That is one of my fondest memories of my relationship with Robert. Receiving that yellow rose really made all the difference in the world to me. All of sudden the day was not so bad.
Too this day whenever I’m having a rough day I say, “it’s a yellow rose day”.
When I moved into Long Beach I bought some plants, one being a rose plant. I had it in pot in the sun but it wasn’t doing well. I decided to plant it in the dirt to see if it would do any better.
Well, the plant didn’t die but no flowers bloomed on it. Quite honestly it has been two years and I thought it would have died by now. I have a black thumb not a green thumb.
Well a couple of weeks ago, I noticed one little tiny bud finally growing on the rose plant. The bud blossomed.
And it was a yellow rose. In that moment I felt all the joy I did years ago when Robert left me a yellow rose, knowing that someone was thinking of me.
In that moment I felt peace because it felt like God was sending me the message that he/she was looking out for me, that I was not alone.
In that moment, that yellow rose bud brought me a moment of peace, serenity and security.