“Here is my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes…It is the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important…People have forgotten this truth. But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you have tamed. You’re responsible for your rose….” said the fox.
I will miss my beautiful Irish rose and hope her thorns are enough to protect her, for I am not there to do so. I am responsible for her and I have done all I could for her. I have no regrets about making the decision to move on. Just because I am moving on, it does not mean I have broken my vow to her or the promises I made her—if she should ever return to being the person I made those vows and commitments to, I will keep them. If she should want me back in her life or need my help—she knows where and how to find me and what she needs to do.
May God watch over her, bless her and protect her, even from herself. May God grant her the strength, courage, and will to fight her illness and return to being her true self. May God grant her the wisdom to see the truth—both about her illness and about us.