The Lost Rose
B y : Fr e y a Pr u i t t
my chest. I absolutely could not move. It felt like I was like I was
in a warm, all encompassing cloud. Then I heard someone calling
to me. Somewhere, way out in the distance, I heard a very young
voice call out my name. Everything seemed to disappear around
me: then I heard my heart speak the words that would change my
life forever. “I never left you. Even death could not part us…”
At first I was afraid, but suddenly all the pictures I had hidden
in my mind, came rushing back to me. I remembered everything:
your face, your voice, your touch…everything. I began to sob
uncontrollably. Why had this all come back to me at this moment
in time—why now?! In a split second I received my answer: when
you left, I lost a piece of myself, and you were there to give it
back to me. It was finally my time to remember and let go. But
how could I do such a thing? We were supposed to be each others’ destiny—how could you have betrayed me? Where had you
gone? I cried out to God— “I don’t WANT to remember, Father.
This is too hard…help me!”
I have always had a problem sleeping. I don’t know why, but
there was always a sense of unrest when my head hit the pillow.
So, one cold rainy night when everyone was sleeping, I decided
to go to the attic to do a little organizing. Each stair creaked as
I ascended into a damp and dusty room. In the far corner under
the eves, was a tiny window illuminated by the storm’s lightning.
I sat down on a small stool and began to go through some dusty
boxes. As the thunder continued to crash, a bolt of lightning
seemed to send a stream of light directly onto a small golden
box hidden under some family photos. I never imagined what
that box would hold, and how it would solve a forgotten mystery
I had suppressed my entire life.
I have never felt so much sorrow, as buckets of tears streamed
down my face. But within minutes, tears turned into thoughts, and
thoughts turned into memories. It was like an angel was whispering in my ear, and I was supposed to remember every last detail.
Who knows how God orchestrates His intentions: maybe it’s in a
sound, a laugh, or in a cold and lonely tear. But at that moment,
I surely knew: every tear, every laugh, every kiss we shared, was
pre-ordained. How could I know? Well, it began with a rose: a
single, red rose… the lost rose. But that rose had come back to
me! As I held it in my hands, I knew with every fiber in my being,
I had to remember, to fulfill our destiny. This was the moment I
would remember who I was. This was the moment I would remember you. This was the moment I would understand the purpose
of our destiny, and this was the moment, I would no longer be
afraid.
And then it started. It was like I was watching a moving picture. I
saw a little girl sitting on her front porch rocking back and forth
As I opened the box, my hands began to shake. Buried below
some yellowed tissue paper, I discovered a single, red rose.
Suddenly everything stopped around me. It was like the world
disappeared. I could no longer hear the thunder or see the
lightning. As I picked up the rose, all I could feel was the pounding of my heart. I clutched the rose in my hands, and held it to
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