A very special rose

This rose was given me by a close friend who lived at the end of our lane.  She was a very special lady and one who I still miss very much.  The story was that it was a descendant from the rose that grew in the churchyard which, so the story went, had been there since the revolution..  it was spring when I was given it and it had been in a bucket of water that froze when the temperatures dropped suddenly.  My friend was mortified and everyone said it would not survive.  Have faith said I it will survive and it has.  Last year I cut it back drastically and this year it thanked me with lots of roses.  Its’ smell is heavenly.