British Rose did you have to die? you left without a goodbye. no hug and kiss or teary eye, you passed as you wished, no machines to let you exist. but did you have to die? I am hollow and lost without you here. we were close, my best friend, mother, dear. to leave me… Continue reading Did You Have to Die?
She was a beautiful lady inside and out. Regal. Her touch could soothe your worst fears. Her words calmed any storm. Her arms a balm to your soul. She was loving, generous, and with a fire inside to warm your heart on those cold, lonely days. She was a sister, a mother, a grandmother, a great-grandmother, and aunt. A best friend. Her sweet scent and resilience touched those around her, feeling… Continue reading In memory of Joyce