My new reality is that Rose is hours away. No matter what happens, I will not be there to help.
I can no longer hover and smother.
Rose hopes to live outside the country. I will not be there either.
Rose owns her life now. She also owns her epilepsy.
After decades of my being constantly on duty, I have been dismissed.
I am thankful in a way, but the worry is something I will carry with me no matter where Rose goes.
That is my new project. Letting go of the worry and the fear.
Rose has done it. So should I.
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