16 July 2026

Rosa 'Bathsheba' 16 July 2026

Every day and every moment of my life since my Rosemary died on 9 December 2020, I feel grateful for all she brought into my life. I like the Spanish version of grateful which is agradecido. It translates I am pleased (by what she did).

I am about to be 84 and I have no worries. Because I lived in Mexico for many years I can assert without any melancholy that I am waiting to die. Meanwhile I am kept from day to day with the order and and routine that I experience in my Vancouver, Canada.

Thanks to Rosemary’s financial acumen I have no money problems. My little Kits home is in perfect shape. Everything works and I can even boast of a Jacuzzi bathtub for relieving my arthritis and a heated toilet seat for my frequent nigh time visits.

What would be the connection between the dramatic view of Vancouver, one I take almost every day on my bike route to Jericho Beach and this lovely English Rose, Rosa ‘Bathsheba’?

Rosemary’s interest in gardening with her gentle (not always) prodding enabled me to add to my daily routine the scanning of my plants and roses. While others may not think so, I believe that my scanned plant prints are art so that would make me an artist.

While I was a successful photographer in my many years in Vancouver since we arrived in 1975 from Mexico City, I was more so because of my portraits. My portraits are good because Rosemary taught me the importance of hands in them.

Not having to worry about political instability here in Canada is an added bonus to my life.

Rosemary is singly responsible for my daily unencumbered pleasant routine.

I also remember Rosemary when her former cat, Niña, whom she was very close to now lies on top of me. She reminds me of the gently warmth that was a signature essence of Rosemary.

Estoy agradecido por lo que me dió.