When I saw this was a "Dear John" letter, I thought for sure she was leaving him.

I took flowers to him — the pink heritage rose cultivars. Their fragrance filled the room. I wonder if they reminded him of your mother, or of you.
May 17, 1918: Dear John
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Karen Schwartz
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When I saw this was a "Dear John" letter, I thought for sure she was leaving him. Your drabble was a welcomed surprise. Very sad but touching.
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