Back to my story:
What did Brenda write that made me cry on this Monday morning?
Roses and lovers forever
“This is the rose on the windshield of your car!!!Dear Babe,If you don’t remember, I told you this song reminds me of you. Please listen to the lyrics of “The Time of my Life”. It says it all. This is the time of your life. The time for you to shine. The time for you to show others and to teach others the gifts that you have.
The time for you to achieve all that you want to achieve. The time for you to be proud of yourself. The time for us. The time of our future.The song talks about the ups and downs but ends up with the upside of it all.
I believe in you. I believe in what you can do. I believe the knowledge you have to give. I believe in the spirit and enthusiasm you have to give. I believe in you winning it all!
As I watched the closing ceremonies of the Olympics, I thought of you. Working so hard for the goal. Working for the gold. But at the end becoming one with each other. And becoming one with the universe. Thank God we are one with each other.
Now that we are, again, empty nesters, I feel like we are starting over. Go for the GOLD. You are my love, my life and my soul mate.”
Love,
Your Babe”
Included in the email was a link to the David Cook, 2008 American Idol winner singing “The time of My Life”, which you can watch below.
A couple days later, I shared this story with a few of my facebook friends, telling them that I was going to build a web site to collect Roses on the Windshield from other people. It’s been nearly a year since that time and now you are here. If you’re hear to be inspired by love, welcome! If you’re here because you have a story, a video or photo to share, we look forward to seeing it!
Well, that’s my story of love. My story of Roses on the Windshield.
There can never be enough love in the world. Where there is love, miraculous things can happen. Share your stories of love with your friends and family, with your neighbors, your Facebook and MySpace friends and at work. You may not only get an inspiration, you may also give one!
Gifts of love don’t have to be expensive, nor are they necessarily gifts or surprises. Sometimes, a rose is as simple as starting her car on a cold morning so it’s warm when she goes to work. To me, Roses on the Windshield go beyond a special gift, it’s a way of living and of loving.
Thank you for visiting and for allowing me to share our story with you.
Hi All!
Sian suggested I add my story about roses here. Roses have been apart of most of my life (all 68 years of it).
The first time I really became aware of a rose was after the death of my 16 year old. He was a budding photographer, and on his camera we found a snapshot of a rose off the bush in our yard. This rose was perfect, with 3 buds shooting up beside it. It was the one thing that helped me thru that terrible time, and I knew a single rose means “I love you”. I am looking at that rose now, blown up and hanging on my wall.
Then my eldest son met a sweet gal in the Philipines on the internet. He introduced her to me and we bonded on the net while waiting for her to be able to come over. When she finally got here, she presented me with a beautiful red rose done in the tiniest cross stitch, and I knew it came from her heart (he married her and she is now the Mother of my beautiful 7 year old granddaughter!)It is also hanging on my wall.
Then, the unspeakable happened. Four years ago, my son died of a heart attack, leaving his new wife and 3 year old daughter. At the memorial service, I saw this beautiful bouquet of roses, and asked if I could have some of them. I took 8 of them, and gave my daughter 4 of the 8. We both went to our separate homes and put the roses in water. The next morning when I woke up, 3 of my roses were all droopy, and one rose was standing tall. I quickly called my daughter to tell her what happened. Lo and behold, 3 of her roses were droopy, and one was standing tall. When something like this happens so suddenly, you grasp any straw you can, but we both felt there was a reason why this happened. Whether that’s the case or not, we knew he loved us and both felt it was too much of a coincidence to be ignored. I have a picture of the roses, but don’t know how to put them here, or I would. However, if you go to my Twitter account at WealthOfHealth, you will see my beautiful granddaughter along with my two grandsons.
Dear Anne,
This is a beautiful story. As a parent, I can only imagine your pain. Back in 1980, my brother’s wife died of the flu. She was only 25 and 7 months pregnant. Baby Jessica died couple of days later.
As I look back, it would have been such a comfort to have had something of such powerful symbolism as you have with your Roses. One of the things that has been so moving since we started Roses on the Windshield is that the breadth of emotions as well as the beauty and variety of stories that wonderful people like you are sharing.
Roses on the Windshield is blooming in ways I never thought of.
I’m working on getting the photo submission page. I’ll let you know when I do.
Love and Roses on your Windshield,
Paul