The “Felickity” Rose

My uncle describes mom best as our family’s “felickity” rose.  Mom, at a very early age, was given the task to take care of her siblings due to the sudden death of their mother. She at that time began developing into our family’s matriarch.  As the oldest, she was the glue and at the age of twelve became a mother to her younger siblings, a role she filled well. A role that no twelve-year-old should have to take, but she did it with grace becoming our rose. I am sure with younger siblings some of her “felickity” was useful as well.

As time passed, she married, became a nurse, and had charisma above no other, she kept true to her name the “felickity” rose. As she would cook for her family, it was often said that a dish could use more “felickity”. She would add as spice or two to give whatever wonderful dish she was preparing the perfect flavor with her dash of “felickity”.  

The rose, as my uncle described was mom’s beauty and elegance and did that lady ever shine with those characteristics. She loved roses and in later life she would adorn a rose on all her outfits. Those roses are in shadow boxes now, for her memory to live on. She was our rose, our mother, our everything,

Roses filled her house and yard making her name even more evident. At times she was a perfect combination of “felickity” (spice) and rose (elegance). On occasion being a mom, we sometimes saw a little more “felickity” than rose, which was what made her who she truly was. Her legacy lives on in this business as her name will forever be a reminder to create that perfect mix “felickity” and rose!