|It's strange but I haven't cried yet for Rosemary's passing. I am sure
I will at the memorial service both comforted by and supporting all those
who will be there. I feel that if Rosemary felt, subconsciously I
suppose, that her time here was done then it was done. I never ever knew
anyone who was so clear about what was and wasn't possible and I trust
her through to physical death.
I don't believe in an afterlife as such, but I do believe in a kind of immortality. It happens as long as there is someone who still thinks of you with love and I know that through the generations who knew Rosemary she will be immortal in that way for a very long time to come.
Thank you so very much, Richard and Joan for putting those photos on the website - they invoke Rosemary's gentle strength, warmth vitality and passionate honesty so well. I can hear her laughing and hear her making me face up to realities in a matter of fact yet very loving way.
I first met Rosemary when I went to stay at the house in Putney at Jane's invitation. Jane was my closest friend right through school and we remained very close for those all too few years afterwards. A strong memory is the audacious novelty of having the New Year's Eve champagne and chicken stew for brunch on New Year's Day. Dairy Cottage became my second home - it was only a few yards from our house, but I would have made a longer journey, and I felt I could go there any time even if I was not even coming to see Jane or Richard.
What else - camping out on an island in the Thames after sailing 'Janka' and playing that game where you guess a person's name - so long as they weren't Alexander Graham Bell!)… The first raku party which was as much a rite of teenage passage for us lot in being allowed to 'be' and not to have to mingle more than we wanted to as the wonderful experience of making the coil pots… I still cherish the wonderful jug, which was the first item that Rosemary made at her pottery and then gave to our family... archie and mehitabel - it's cheerio my deario that gets a lady by - yes indeed.
Rosemary was always open about what she was feeling and she always had
time and love for other people whatever was happening to her. I couldn't
cope when Jane died and at first I had to stay away, yet felt that I could
be doing something more - but Rosemary understood and welcomed me back
when time made it easier for me. And gave me a great deal of time when
I faced my own crises. I know many others could say the same.
We were so happy when Rosemary became so happy with Peter and we send love and sympathy to him, to Richard and Joan and all the wider family – and to all of you reading this. I think there is a wider family of all of us through Rosemary.