A Rose Without Thorns

My Great Aunt Rosetta passed away today. After 2 heart attacks and a stroke during the past few weeks, she decided at the ripe old age of 91 to take a well-deserved rest.

Grandma has lost her older sister, and although taking it like a trooper during a phone call from little ol' me in London, is clearly hurting ... my heart goes out (and breaks just a bit) to to her; as well as to her other two sisters, Aunt Clare and Aunt Arlene.

"The four musketeers are now three," I'm told Bunny's been saying.

Bless them all.

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Yesterday, a fellow patient came up to Rose's daughter in the nursing home she's been staying in.

"How's Rose doing, dear?" my great aunt's friend asked.

"Not very well, today."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Can I have her bingo card?"

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If there is a heaven, then Rose is way too busy playing cards, pounding out songs on the piano, and scolding her husband Walter and Grandpa Mel (who were there to greet her with open arms and a glass of beer) to worry about any lame ass bingo card.

Rest in peace.

xo