My father died during the month of November, in Indiana.
On the day of his funeral, I saw a rose that had just bloomed on a bush in the front yard.
I think it was a sunny day but there was snow on the ground, and still the rose bloomed in November, in Indiana.
Maybe the rose was my fatherís way of saying goodbye.
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