A friend at work took me to one side today and asked if I’d minded that she had written Rosie’s name on a little card and handed it in at the mass on Saturday . Of course I didn’t mind , I was moved and pleased and touched and lots of other emotions . My friend went as her son also tragically died suddenly at the age of 19 . She bumped into another of our colleagues whose daughter also died suddenly .
We are not alone, we may be a bit lonely at times, but we are not alone .When we see each other at work , we always touch each other . I guess it’s a little physical sign of empathy, compassion and love.