My dad died five years ago next month. He's been on my mind a lot lately and I've really been missing him. He was a special man...one of those people that everyone loves, someone who had a joke for anyone he met. A kind word for everyone, too. He was excited about life and loved the little things. I can still see the excitement in his eyes as he listened to the simplest happening in your life. He was so great. So five years later...am I a different person? You bet I am. Losing someone ...

Okay, so you might have guessed that I love rosepetals. I even love the name, which dances on my tongue like fine wine. Rosepetals make me think of beautiful things like long summer afternoons, big, bright blue skies or sunrises mirrored in a lake’s surface. I love their wonderful fragrance and the soft, velvety feel of a rosepetal as it caresses my cheek like a lover. Rosepetals are synonymous with romance. How many times have I seen them strewn about by little girls on wedding days to we...