I FOUND A NOTE ON A ROSE—AND WHAT IT SAID SHATTERED ME 💔
I was walking by the lake when something caught my eye — a single red rose lying near the water’s edge, with a small note attached.
I almost walked past it, but something made me stop.
I picked it up. Read the words. And everything inside me changed.
“Please, can someone throw this into the lake for me? My late husband’s ashes are in the lake, and I can’t get to the lakeside in my wheelchair anymore. The gates are locked, and I have to drive back up tonight. Thank you x”
My chest tightened. A love that deep… still asking the world for help to say goodbye again.
I stood there, holding the rose, the wind picking up just enough to make the petals tremble — or maybe it was just my hands.
I looked around, hoping to see her. I imagined her waiting in a car nearby, eyes scanning the shore, hoping someone would read her words, hoping love would be stronger than distance.
I stepped closer to the water. Then I stopped. This wasn’t just a rose. It was a final gesture, a whisper to a husband long gone. It didn’t belong to me — but I had been chosen to carry it forward.
I held it close to my chest and whispered, “He still feels your love.”
Then I walked to the very edge, where the breeze met the water, and with both hands, I gently tossed the rose.
It landed gracefully, floating like a silent promise, before slowly drifting toward the heart of the lake.
I didn’t move. I just watched, until it was too far to see.
But the moment I turned back, I caught a glimpse of a car up the hill. A woman, in her seventies maybe, was watching from inside. Her face behind the window was streaked with tears — and when our eyes met, she simply placed her hand to her heart.
I did the same.
Two strangers. One rose. And a love too big to fade — even with time, even with death.
