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| 16 July 2026 |
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| 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.