Roses From A Gentle Bear
--by SissyLee, posted Jul 6, 2017
My dog, Clary, and I walked by last Friday when the man waved. He was fussing with his rosebushes and he summoned me over, saying that he wanted to give me one of the roses to gift to my husband. He added that he loves to cut them for his wife, and told me that they had been married for 50 years. I told him that my husband Tom and I have been together for 30 years and he looked at me with a whole new admiration. "Don't see that much any more," he said.
We talked about our family marriage histories and he told me he came from a family of 15 kids. His parents divorced, the kids scattered, and he went to live and work on a dairy farm in Idaho for room and board. He shared his secrets to a good marriage: not going to bed mad, kissing and making up, and bringing each other roses. I was so entranced by his sweet manner and the smell of the big rose, which he also had clipped all the thorns off of, that he went and got me another and clipped its thorns too. I couldn't stop smiling and he saw how sincerely touched I was and smiled back so happily. Stella was racing around the yard like a goof and Clary Sage, my old dog, watched her. The memory is still making my day and my husband, Tom's, day too.