This is a not satisfactory blog today. It’s two years today since Rosie died. At this point we were beginning to ring round family and friends to let them know. I sometimes wonder why we didn’t let people know she’d gone into hospital and that it wasn’t looking very good, but I think it’s because we didn’t believe it ourselves. And we wanted our daughter to ourselves.
I was going to put up a nice new picture of her and write some nice things but I can’t. Not at the moment. Because at the moment I’m sad and angry. Angry at the unfairness, angry at the waste and angry at people who have their lives and who moan about things, take no responsibility for anything, and waste the life they’ve got. That’s not about anyone in particular – just generally. Although writing it has just made me feel a bit better.
It’s so unfair for her. So unfair.
I shall return later today. Rosie’s aunt and uncle are coming this evening which she’d have been very pleased about, as are we. Flowers for our girl and food and chat just like she liked. And I want to do a better Remembering Rosie blog as well. What do you remember about her?