how come I haven't found you yet... and how come you haven't found me? you used to visit my dreams...and you used to feel so real that I hug you tight and tell you :" how come they say you are dead and you are right here ...?" why haven't we met yet... and meeting you was my only reconciliation when I knew that I was dying... is it that you are still angry with me? I know that when you left , I was not the best person in the world...I know that I didn't tell you how much I love you... I know that I didn't tell you that you are my very dear grandmother rose, my one and only childhood friend,,, I know 'I didn't tell you all that and I am so sorry...if you only knew how much I regret that...and how much it hurts...but now that I left my world .... with a clear conscious this time... I will never give up until I find you... there is no more unfinished business... no more things left unsaid... I made sure of that ... I was honest with myself and with the others... I made sure that whoever I cared about knew that ... and I made sure that what ever I wanted to say was clearly expressed ...
dear grandmother Rose ... I miss you so much... and I am sure that we will eventually meet ....
