I once attended the Wedding of an old Childhood sweetheart, as a guest of his family, and had a buttonhole of a single rose on my dress. As we arrived, I got out of the car and started walking up the steps to church when my head off the Rose suddenly fell to the floor. It had not been damaged, knocked, or touched, but I felt at the time it was rather strange. The wedding itself was uneventful, and we still kept intouch, and we were both Married by then. One day, about 18 months later, I received a phone call from a friend of my Mothers, who calmly told me that there had been a serious accident and my old Sweetheart had been killed outright, and decapitated at the scene. He was just 26 years old. Two years later, I suffered severe depression, and all the whys, ifs and maybes of the past came flooding through me. It cost me my First Marriage, but also set me onto a total new beginning, just when l least expected it, I met DH2, who was a Coffin maker by trade, and he turned out to be my true love of my life, and we are still together over 30 years later!