patty
I miss you Rose. I still think that you're in your apartment, working on something, going through stacks of papers, writing emails, on the phone, and so on. The past few days after you passed when I had to go to your apartment, just as I was every week, I imagined that you will be there, welcoming me with a big hug and smile like you always do. I will always carry this image with me.
Sunday August 21, 2011 at 1:25 am