White roses

Several years ago I was asked to visit a very sick lady. She was called Lucy. I took her communion for several years and became a friend of her and her husband. When she died I took the funeral and the local pub choir sang "the white rose". Sadly her husband David died last year after a debilitating illness and again at the funeral the same choir sang "The White rose. ". On the day of the Bishops progress when we visited all our churches I went to look at the grave. There in full flower was a White rose. I was very touched.