For My Dear Sister Rose

I came home this evening from a long day at school feeling really down, negative, etc.
I sent some very negative emails to my colleagues about how I felt things were going at our school and in our grade level and then no sooner had I sent them...the guilt settled in. I really don't like being a negative person, but I have to admit that at times I can be.

After all the emails I started going through my own inbox and also checked my Facebook page to see my sister Gina's comment about our sister Rose who passed away 12 years
ago today.

I remember the phone call I received at school like it was yesterday...yet for some reason I had totally forgotten about my sister because I feel that I am so wrapped up in what is going at school and other areas of my life. I'm now feeling horribly guilty.

Rose was very special. Always feeling good about life despite all the negative things that were going on in her own life. She was always laughing at me and giving me a hard time and yet I feel like I didn't give her the attention she deserved.

Now that I think of her I realize how much I do miss her. Her smile, laugh, sarcastic little comments, and her sense of humor that always made the rest of us in the family laugh.

It's ironic that she left us so close to spring when life begins and comes to bloom.

Rose Marie...we love you and miss you so very much.

The Rose...by Bette Midler

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless, aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, it's only seed

It's the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance

It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dyin'
That never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong

Just remember, in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lie the seed, that with the sun's love
In the spring, becomes the rose