In Each End There is a New Beginning
For everything there is a beginning and an end. In some ways it seems like I started this journal a thousand years ago. So many things have happened since then. But the time has now come to end this journal. I have received word that my Persian Love has died and I know that it is time to put that part of my life behind me.
If anything positive has come out of the last three years of my life, it is because of Rose. She has been at my side through so much and was a constant source of strength and wisdom. She was one of the first people who walked into my new life after I stabilized on my medication. She was the first to accept me as I was and love me as I was rather than in spite of what I was. She took a very young and confused young man and helped him learn to love… to laugh… to live. If there is anything in me to love or cherish, it is Rose and what she gave me.
As I have gazed out at the world around me these last three years and I have found much that has disappointed. So many people who need to compromise so that they can find a way to get along side by side. So many of these same people can see only their way and no one else’s… so much self-righteousness, anger, and hate. Rose gave me hope; she seemed filled with so much calm, wisdom, and beauty. I think the world needed her a lot more than it will ever need the likes of me. I will always cling to the hope that there are more like her; that others will be able to fill her empty shoes.
I know that I too will have to go on as best I can and try to make a difference as well. I know this because she made me promise her. I often wish I had not promised her to be that strong, but it was always difficult to tell that Persian no. I don’t know where life will take me from here, but I know that it is time for this journal to come to an end. I am not the same person I was when I started it. I know that I don’t have the heart to continue it now. Did it serve a purpose? Did it serve the purpose that I intended it to serve? I really don’t know, but for a while it was a part of my life.
For now, I dedicate this journal to, My Persian Rose, and say good-bye to both my journal and my first and only true love.
Good Bye My Soft Sweet Love Flower
Rest in Peace
Know that you were… are… and always will be… deeply loved.
If anything positive has come out of the last three years of my life, it is because of Rose. She has been at my side through so much and was a constant source of strength and wisdom. She was one of the first people who walked into my new life after I stabilized on my medication. She was the first to accept me as I was and love me as I was rather than in spite of what I was. She took a very young and confused young man and helped him learn to love… to laugh… to live. If there is anything in me to love or cherish, it is Rose and what she gave me.
As I have gazed out at the world around me these last three years and I have found much that has disappointed. So many people who need to compromise so that they can find a way to get along side by side. So many of these same people can see only their way and no one else’s… so much self-righteousness, anger, and hate. Rose gave me hope; she seemed filled with so much calm, wisdom, and beauty. I think the world needed her a lot more than it will ever need the likes of me. I will always cling to the hope that there are more like her; that others will be able to fill her empty shoes.
I know that I too will have to go on as best I can and try to make a difference as well. I know this because she made me promise her. I often wish I had not promised her to be that strong, but it was always difficult to tell that Persian no. I don’t know where life will take me from here, but I know that it is time for this journal to come to an end. I am not the same person I was when I started it. I know that I don’t have the heart to continue it now. Did it serve a purpose? Did it serve the purpose that I intended it to serve? I really don’t know, but for a while it was a part of my life.
For now, I dedicate this journal to, My Persian Rose, and say good-bye to both my journal and my first and only true love.
Good Bye My Soft Sweet Love Flower
Rest in Peace
Know that you were… are… and always will be… deeply loved.