A lady sat at her little writing desk, took out a notebook. With tears in her eyes, she began to write;
You were the family rose, ever moving with the wind. We watched as you braved every step you had to take. With every breath we held, you plowed through the barriers in your wake. You’ll always be our family rose and your footsteps will always be on our hearts. Now, we have to go on without you, and We have to learn… that time will erase the pain, and love will heal our hearts.
Yet, in the wake of your departure, we’ll always say it was too soon. Nothing will erase the strength you gave us. We’ll always remember your smile, and the courage you have shown throughout the years. We love you and we’ll always remember our family rose.
She took the paper out of the notebook, and filed it in a file with some newspaper clippings. She closed the file, set it inside the drawer of her desk. The lady walked out of the room, her eyes shining with tears.