The life of Rose

Daddy’s girl, the baby of the family, the Richardi’s. Loud, bold and opinionated. Thick as thieves they were.

 

Pretty Rose, vibrant and fun, strong and direct. Her name suits her perfectly.

 

The word smitten would have best described her after meeting that cute Randolph boy Bill.

 

And so it began; A love affair full of ups and downs, ins and outs and plenty of in betweens.

 

Their legacy lives on in us and we get to choose how we honor that gift.

 

Mom, Rose, Nana, we love you millions and millions.

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