J'ai le souvenir de moments très agréables au moulin de Barcouda.
D'abord en septembre ou octobre 1991. Clementine avait 8 ans, Hugo 5 ans et Isabelle passait son temps à se balancer à l'intérieur. Des moments simples, à discuter, manger sur la table monumentale, ou ramasser des mirabelles.
Puis en novembre 1997, où je suis passé avec Isabelle (ma future femme) et notre Zoé qui devait avoir un mois et demi. J'ai le souvenir d'une promenade où Mary Rose nous a parlé entre autre des gens malades dont elle s'occupait.
Je ne crois pas l'avoir revue depuis mais il me reste le souvenir d'une "belle personne", très attentive aux autres et pleine de joie.
Je comprend qu'elle manque à tous.
Denis Nuel
Denis
28th September 2016
I remember Rosie……..
• As my big sister.
• Taking me to kooky little places in London; fleamarkets, Fulham bookshops and pubs!
• For glamourous clothes.
• In Hartswood Road and Barcouda
• In her Renault 4.
• For picnics. Wherever Rosie went there’d be a rug and a basket close by.
• For fig jam and onion tarts.
• For blue skies and Spring walks. Rosie was into “Mindfulness” before the term was coined. She taught me to breathe the air, feel the Sun, pick fruit and listen. Not sure if Rosie would have coped with Pokemon GO!!
• For looking after me when times were low.
• For taking an interest in me.
• For love.
• For smiles.
• For remembering Life is Precious.
Rxx
RKTRE
28th September 2016
My very dear Maryrose, there is not a single day that a thought of you doesn't come passing through. Sometimes it is your smile, your laughter, at other times it is our endless talks about life, kids, relationships. I never had a friend like you before and never since either...Everyone loved you and you had many friends; still I feel that our friendship was special, authentic, elegant. You are with me, every day of my life, always here.
Nathalie
Nathalie
27th September 2016