- Gloria J Clark 2006

The Story of the Blue Rose

Some people may ask, “Where do you find a blue rose?”

A blue rose is found in the heart of those who are truly loving. They are friends to the friendless and say “Hey, let’s play!” to anyone, regardless of who they are. Our son Michael, we found out, was one such person.

On the night of the visitation, when literally hundreds of friends and family came to support us after our tragic loss, one person stood out among the crowd. He was a young man that lived across the street from us, who loved to play with Michael and came to the door asking for him often. He came carrying a hand-made card and a single blue rose.

Upon reading the card, we discovered that he considered Michael to be a rare friend, as the blue rose is rare. It was a simple gift, one he hoped would comfort us in our time of sorrow, but it was a gift that will always be remembered by our family.

There were other friends of Michael’s that came to us and expressed that they considered him a good friend- a friend when no one else would be. He was someone who would treat others nicely, even if they weren’t being nice to him, or were making fun of him.

Michael was never a “book-learning” student- he liked school but didn’t like school work. However, he knew how to be a friend, have fun, and include everyone. That, in many ways, is much more important, and will be what he is remembered for.