This page is dedicated to the memory of Mary Rose, beloved mother, daugher, wife, sister, and of course dear friend to many.

Dearest everybody,

It is coming up to 10 years (28th September) since Mum lost her long battle to cancer.

During Mum's last few weeks, we were lucky enough that she could be at home at Grannie's and then transferred to Salisbury Hospice. The nurses there are, quite simply, angels. The amount of love and care that they bestow upon their patients is boundless. Professionals through and through, we were all soothed to know that she was in the best hands. Mum was simply elated to have found this haven with such a beautiful garden which she would gaze at from her window. 

It really does seem like only yesterday that we were there chatting and laughing away with her in her room - it sometimes still doesn't feel real that she isn't with us anymore. 
We have set up this page in her memory, 10 years is an important milestone which will not be easy for any of us. We would also like to show our appreciation to Salisbury Hospice for their constant efforts to provide palliative care of such high standard. 

Please do add as many photos, stories and thoughts as you would like. It would be wonderful to see what pictures you may have of her in your albums! Or little anecdotes up your sleeves. Sharing these memories and remembering what a kind, loving, loyal and wonderful woman she was, will warm the heart and soul, and make overcoming the hurdle that little bit gentler. 

Much much love, Clemmie, Hugo, Isy, Gilles xxxxx

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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