My Rosemary is gone and every day there is something that invariably brings me to remember her.

In a box I found this neat TD Bank envelope and inside there was a crisp one hundred dollar bill, so crisp that it almost looked artificial. I asked myself if Rosemary had it there hidden for a possible emergency.  I wonder if she might have forgotten that it was there. She kept coins in a Bon Maman jam jar (her fave was the strawberry) and in another jam jar she had five, ten and 20 dollar bills that satisfied always my request, “Rosemary do you have any cash?”

As the trail that she left of credit cards, emails from the Bay etc I shorten or eliminate (this is really tough) I know I will never get to the point that nothing of her will remain.

A presence can be noted by its absence.

For anybody who might wonder of the image that I have used to illustrate this blog, Epson printers have included for years the feature that makes copying real money impossible. A screen capture will do here.