Rosie had this silver R hanging up on her bedroom wall for as long as I can remember. I asked to keep it. The family was nice enough to say yes.
They were focused on salvaging pictures, important documents, etc anyway.
So I washed the heavy coating of soot and that is the end product.
Now it’s my little keepsake that will help me think of her fondly everyday in my home.
I was awakened at 4am on Sunday morning July 13, 2014 by a text message letting me know Rosie (pictures above) had passed.
It was the beginning of a terrible nightmare that I’m suffering ever since.
She was a victim of domestic violence. The man is known as the mate she chose as a stepfather to her daughter and had two more precious babes with ended her life tragically after an altercation. He then slit his own throat to escape paying the price of leaving three kids without their loving mother. Two of them orphans. Aged 15, 8, & 6, their lives are drastically changed by a coward they had know all their lives.
Today, three days after the fact, I’ve inly cried briefly about twice. I can’t cry. I mean cry like that inconsolable, gotta push-my-feeling-out-with-these-screams, I didn’t even get to say goodbye, I hope she can hear me type. I’m feeling it right now. I’m alone. It’s late at night. And too much space to think. And no one is available to talk. To hear me out. To help sort my thoughts.
That’s why I don’t believe it when people say in these words “if you need to talk, I’m here for you.”
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Last night I lost a dear friend to domestic violence.
I can’t believe I’m able to type that sentence.
Rosie Sabater, you’ll forever be a part of my past, and my life.
She used to call me Rini.