Perfection

I ran across this in my phone (while looking for something else. ) today. It isn't the greatest picture I have ever taken, but it is moment I will never forget: it was a perfect moment.

It was the day of my dad's funeral. My life was messy. I was sad. I missed and needed my friends. It wasn't a perfect day.

That night I came back to the Woodville house and found that one of the white roses from the funeral was perfectly open. I had to get a picture.

It was simple, but it made me smile. It was just a brief moment of joy, but it was exactly what I needed.


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