“And you can imagine how the days went on and on and on. It was life as normal and yet, not. It was life enhanced by a woman too old to find comfort in rearing children again, but too young to sit alone watching the world go by without being able to care for someone else.

If magic was a description of love in motion, love in action, love in seeing potential, all our days were magical. Momma Rose was family and she held our hearts in rapt attention. She wasn’t one for idle times or complaining, she was vibrantly bringing to us the best of what we could be. She had changed us just by her invitation to participate with her in her pursuit of life.”
-Momma Rose