Paula
I observed the rose sitting on the garden table. They often appeared when I was alone somewhere in the house, and I liked to imagine they were for me. It was also clear who sent them. A few days ago, there had been a fire at the girls' house, and I had gone to visit them. They were happy in their new home, and we were happy for them. Helping them had become my new job. A while back, I received my retirement benefits and what was owed to me monthly for working at T-World for so many years, so I was free to use my time however I saw fit. Patrick and I had agreed that I would manage the house since neither he nor my daughter had the time for it.
He hadn't asked for anything in return except to stay by my daughter's side, my grandchildren, and precious Aidan. Although he was the son of
