We met Rose during her nursing days so we knew her as Jerry, she was always a very loyal and kind friend to us, we will miss her so much but she will always be with us, with much love from June, Heidi and Jamie plus huge cuddles from your beloved Bella xxxx

I was rummaging around in my handbag the other day and touched the 'cross in my pocket' that Rose gave me years ago. It is a little 2" x 1.5" cross stitched 'cross' that sits inside a little 'pocket'. Behind the cross is a tiny folded up piece of paper with the following words: I carry a cross in my pocket, a simple reminder to me, of the fact I am a Christian no matter where I be. This little cross isn't magic, nor is a good luck charm. It isn't meant to protect me from every physical harm. It's not for identification for all the world to see, its simply an understanding between my saviour and me. When I put my hand in my pocket to bring out a coin or a key the cross is there to remind me of the price he paid for me. It reminds me too, to be thankful for my blessings day by day and to strive to serve Him better in all that I do or say. It's also a daily reminder of the peace and comfort I share with all who know my Master and give themselves to his care. So I carry the cross in my pocket reminding no one but me that Jesus Christ is Lord of my life, if only i'll let Him be. Rose had made many of these, and they were beautifully stitched (as all her needlework was). They were to give away to people as and when felt led to, and Rose encouraged me to take a few and to 'give them away'. This one remains with me. It is so special to me, not because I need reminding of how gracious our heavenly father is to us, or that I am a Christian. I know all of that...it is special because it reminds me of Rose. Of all she (and David) did for me over the years. Her spirit of generosity, kindness and love. The amazing encourager & witness she was to me. Always talking openly about her faith and love for Jesus, despite the trials & difficulties she faced & went through. Always upbeat and positive. Always thinking of others (she knitted countless baby hats for the maternity unit where I work). Her family meant the world to her. She talked about them endlessly whenever I visited. She loved all of them so, so much. Rose you touched my life and your faith touched my heart. You will never be forgotten. Thank you Rose. Jude X

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.