There's a story of a rose bush with beautiful blooms that grew in a woman's yard. How she loved to watch it grow and bloom. One season, she noticed the rose bush had grown through a crack in her fence and she no longer could see the blooms.. This made her so, so sad. Then one day on returning home, she saw the rose bush on the other side of that fence. The roses were thriving and more beautiful than ever. This made her smile.
Even though she couldn't see those roses anymore, or smell and touch them, she knew they were more beautiful than ever; thriving and blooming. And that brought her comfort.
I love you, my little rose...ramble on.
