My mother once told me that when a baby dies a thorn grows on a Rose. This happens to remind us life is full of both beauty and pain. We must cherish the beauty and pain. That way we can appreciate life.
My sister died when she was 21 and there was plenty of Roses for her and my family. When my Mother passed years later at 79. It rained Rose Peddles on her resting place.
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