The Julia Rose. My mother's middle name was Julia, is Julia, she is still alive, of course. Just because she can't speak, think, care for herself, understand what is going on around her, I shouldn't forget she is still alive. I bought her a Julia rose for one of her birthdays, I wonder if it is still flowering in her garden? I wonder how many times she bought those buds to her nose and thought of me? There are things I'd still like to ask her, and that it is so sad that I can no longer do that, despite her still being alive.