"I know we're particular about these roses."
(Read Related : Emotional Stories) Her voice was all choked up. By now I felt really bad for the Jones family - what a sorrowful homecoming! I could tell my mother and sisters felt the same. "We all enjoy the roses as much as you do. We
will be happy to help you care for them." My
mother said. Soon, both women were down on their knees talking and examining the damaged bushes together. A few weeks later, the plants had all returned with vigour. My mother and Ruby worked together on the roses all summer long and many summers to follow. So did my sisters and I. (Read Related : Poems about Love and Friendship) A friendship formed between the families that would include countless birthdays, graduations and weddings - including Jack Junior's. Years later, when her son left home and her husband died, Ruby became part of our family, spending many happy hours at our house. She wasn't Ruby Rednose anymore; she was Aunt Ruby. And the rose fence wasn't a fence any longer. My mother had turned it into a bridge. By Donna Gundle-Krieg
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