White Rose.

Today we went to visit Christian's grave, as we have done every day. It has been pouring with rain all day. The flowers are still beautiful, in fact some of the roses are now in full bloom. I'd forgotten my camera, luckily my daughter had hers, so I managed to capture this.

If the roses are still good on Sunday, my sister is going to make pot pourri out of the petals. Which should make a nice fragrant keepsake.

We've met two other people at the cemetery visiting their children's graves. Both young, one a little boy of six who also died of cancer, the other a boy of 17, not sure how he died.

There's always someone worse off than you.