On October 15, 1931, a rose began to grow, 23 years later 5 blooms she had to show. A total of 30 she had all together, one didn’t make it, but she will be in our hearts forever. The strength of this rose and her will to stay alive, are what feeds us and makes us strong and survive. Her petals are beautiful and as bright now as they ever were. And there will never be another that could be more beautiful or ever compare to her — Shannon, granddaughter.
