A Visit to My Wife's Grave On Mother's Day

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I visited my wife Rose on Mother's Day (yesterday) with my son Chris, his ex, Ruth, and fresh chrysanthemums and roses.

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Elephant's Child said…
Her headstone says it perfectly.
Forever loved indeed.
Monday 10 May 2021 at 19:07:00 GMT+10
Vest said…
E C.Thank you for calling in. My poor health is keeping me away from the blog scene, cramps in my hands; several visits to the hospital with a bit of laziness and my mind becoming more feeble, however, I am grateful for the tremendous help I am receiving. Please let the other bloggers be aware of my present predicament.
Wednesday 12 May 2021 at 08:54:00 GMT+10
Jane Stokes- Honour said…
So sad. Beautiful adorable Rosemary. Sending all my love xxxxxxxx
Wednesday 12 May 2021 at 09:13:00 GMT+10
Lee said…
Much love surrounds you, Vest. Take good care. :)
Wednesday 12 May 2021 at 12:30:00 GMT+10
Vest said…
LEE & EC. Briefly, The lady who is referred to as Jane Stokes Honour is my niece. Oddly, her birth title was; Rosemary Jane Bowyer, the daughter of my brother. The similarity of their middle names was mind boggling; they first met in 1966 when my wife was 23 and my neice was 15 years of age..... miss you all ..
Thursday 13 May 2021 at 08:23:00 GMT+10
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