my rose

With a single phone call, we can be changed forever. We realize that all is not what it seems and that life can throw as a curve ball when we least expect it.

The present situation calls for reflection, an analysis of what could have possibly gone wrong. What were the factors that lead to the sitution that all surprised us all? How come we didn't see it coming straight at us? Were we too busy with our own lives to pick up the phone or sit down and talk? This is a turning point for us. I hope and pray that this will pass soon and that no one gets hurt or lost again.

Life (and love) indeed is not a bed of roses. But then again it might just be. One can only realize and appreciate the beauty of life and of one's family if one can also learn from the pains and aches.

You appreciate the loveliness of the rose, torn and all. You marvel at its beauty, on how delicate it seems and get inspired by how it protects itself. But we forget that even if its torns are there to protect itself, it is vulnerable to the elements. It needs attention and tender loving care.

To my lovely rose, we will always be here to support, and love you no matter what. In your journey to find yourself, we are praying that you (and the rest of us) find the peace that we are looking for. Forgiving the ones who caused you pain and forgiving yourself is the first step. I pray that we get out of the this intact and stronger than ever. I love you and miss you so much.