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Rose, You’re like a fly on the wall with secret eyes gazing down, taking in the ways of man. The rotation continues, beauty won and goodness tips the scale as everyone knows your name. Your smile so bright, you were 'light itself' and the definition of joy has been shown to the world. The serpent lost while the sweet apple remained intact. A love expressed so deep in your gaze, how could one walk by and not know you cared? The quiet mouse; The hungry hippo; The broken promise

Rose was coming home and describing to me how proud she was of herself and Israel. She sent me the following via text message: “I am so excited to see you, you have no idea, I can’t stop thinking about coming home! I’m so happy here and I savor every moment, but I just want to hang out with you and snuggle the puppies and spend time with the kids. I’ve grown so much here and I’m so excited for you guys to meet the person I’ve become. I’ve started a life here and it means so m

(L to R) Robin, Lily, Alec, Joseph, and Rose Lubin) After sharing Rose's remarkable life and the extraordinary bond we shared, I am almost always asked the same three questions: How did you do it? How can we honor her? And perhaps the most surprising of all, How are you so strong? ​ She wrote the following to me in my birthday card of my 45th year. “Dear Ma. I am so grateful for the bond we have, mostly because it is one which has taken growth and effort from the both of us.