Red Roses
"What do I do with these, Mom?" Karma whispered to her Mom as she took the petals from the red roses being passed around and cradled them in her palm. "Throw them on the grave when I throw mine, sweetie," Sarah whispered back. "How ironic that they're red roses," Sarah thought to herself as her mind started to wander back to a day some thirteen odd years ago. She was in her early thirties then, and had finally met the man of her dreams -...