Part 1

Sometimes I fear that I am going a bit mad and that I am feeler sadder than I should do .Nearly four years on and it still troubles me that some people don’t recognise ,let alone acknowledge ,my pain, my loss, my yearning for Rosie .At times ,I want to scream to them from the rooftops,” come back, ask how we are , talk about Rosie, share your memories of her ” and ask them why they avoid me ,Rosie and my grief. But of course I don’t .I hold it in and feel even sadder .