January 2013, Rosie and I did what we loved to do, sat and stared at the ocean. I don’t know what she saw, I don’t know why she loved the ocean so much, but it seemed to give her comfort and she seemed to love being there just as much as she loved her whipped cream.

She always looked forward, never focused on her disabilities or her past. Somehow, I have to look out at the ocean and see a future, a promise of good things in the new year, just as she did.

I love you Rosie and I always will.

xxoo,
Cinnamon