Christine and Rosemary

I spent Christmas – alone.

Rosamond Press

Twenty minutes ago, I woke from a deep sleep. I had a dream. I was in a large artists loft. I felt my sister and mother were talking about me. All I had to do was go to the top floor where they were, and end this gossiping, these dark rumors. I headed up the staircase, then, woke with a start. They are dead. My chance, our chance, to make amends, was over.

However, I can make a difference. I am alive. I can honor them in this blog.

Then the truth that is so hard to accept, came home. Vicki and Mark Presco did not tell me my mother was dying. I missed saying goodbye by ten hours. Why? How can humans be so cruel, least ones family. Then, the truth was made manifest. My siblings were afraid Rosemary would repeat what she told me weeks after her daughter…

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About Royal Rosamond Press

I am an artist, a writer, and a theologian.
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