Roses from Chrys

I miss Chrys more every day. And he doesn't make it any easier on me... Today he sent me flowers...

About 6 months ago, Chrys went to a business meeting in Portland. He arrived so late at the hotel that the only room available was set up for a romantic getaway... The floor and bed of the hotel was covered with rose petals and there was a bottle of champagne "chilling" in a stainless steel bucket filled with melted ice (i.e. luke warm water)...

Chrys called the front desk to ask if he got the correct room, and they apologized for the rose petals, but if he wanted, he should feel free to help himself to the champagne. It was late and Chrys was slightly stressed about the meeting the next morning, so he decided to have a glass of bubbly to help him get to sleep. Unfortunately, the cork easily popped off the warm champagne, and 1/3 of the bottle sprayed all over the bed and floor. Chrys spent the next 1/2 hour cleaning up wet rose petals before he could get to sleep...

I remember him telling me this story as it was happening, and we both had a good laugh... But what Chrys didn't mention was that he saved some of the non-soaked rose petals and snuck them into a side pocket of one of my suit cases. Today I was packing for my trip to New York (for his second memorial service) and I discovered the petals in a pocket along with a note... "Rose petals from Oregon, Love XXXOOO Chrys"