1.0PilgrimStepshttps://www.janaremy.com/pilgrimstepsjanaremy@gmail.comhttps://www.janaremy.com/pilgrimsteps/author/janaremygmail-com/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="Fel1oTTn4c"><a href="https://www.janaremy.com/pilgrimsteps/2009/05/20/so-many-roses/">so many roses</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.janaremy.com/pilgrimsteps/2009/05/20/so-many-roses/embed/#?secret=Fel1oTTn4c" width="600" height="338" title="“so many roses” — PilgrimSteps" data-secret="Fel1oTTn4c" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.janaremy.com/pilgrimsteps/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> GrandmaB’s funeral, originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl. Grandma would have just loved this. All the pretty roses. Do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness,know that, like life, things sometimes must fade,before they can bloom again.~Unknown