When the roses fell…i rose

My mother was a single mother.

Strong. Loving. Steady.

She loved the color red… and she loved her roses. 🌹

The day before she transitioned, my brother and baby sister brought her a bouquet of red roses each for Valentine’s Day.

On a cold Sunday evening, February 15, 2026… my mother transitioned from this life.

And truthfully… nothing fully prepares you for that moment.

There is a stillness.
A quiet that feels unfamiliar.
A space where someone you love deeply once was… and now isn’t in the same way.

Earlier that day, as we gathered her things to move her to a comfort care room, we carried those roses with us.

And as we walked down the hallway…

The petals began to fall.

One by one… trailing behind us.

At the time, we didn’t understand.

But now I do.

That was the moment she was transitioning.

Not in fear… but in peace.

As if the very thing she loved was gently letting go with her.

And in the days since, I’ve come to understand something deeper…

Grief will meet you.
It will sit with you.
Some days it will feel heavier than others.

But I also know this—

I get to choose how I carry what she poured into me.

I get to rise with her strength.
I get to walk in her love.
I get to continue the legacy she lived.

Even in loss… there is grace.
Even in pain… there is peace.
Even in letting go… there is power.

She left this world the same way she lived— graceful, beautiful… and surrounded by love. ❤️

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