Rosemary Collins

Rosemary entered my life when we were in our 20´s. She had lovely red hair and drove an orange car. She was always very kind and supportive as we journeyed through the challenges of those years. Our adventuring included swimming on my birthdays although Rose was not keen on swimming, she would always accompany me and make it celebratory. We learned to cook, shared a wonderful old farmhouse which was very cold in the winters, but a great place for potluck dinner parties throughout the summers....

When we first moved into our home in Westridge I heard a knock at my back door. It was Rosemary with a big bouquet of her home grown rosemary, a smile and a welcome. Always so lovely. She will be missed. Rest in peace, Rosemary.