Cliff tells me that the homeless lady known as Rose, well-known for sitting in the rose garden at Rangers House, often sitting on a park bench reading, has died. There are a few wreaths dotted around inside the garden in her memory.
Cliff says that he was at the garden talking to regular visitors a couple of days ago. Many seemed to know that she died recently but no one seems to have any idea what happened or how she died. He says:
All I know about her is that she was younger than I or a lot of people thought, only in her 40′s it would seem; and that she liked an egg mayonnaise sandwich from the tea hut on the heath.
I remember when we talked about her before, many people here knew her – or at least knew of her, and several people used to slip the odd tenner her way, either directly or to the tea hut. She seems to have been well-spoken and well-read and some mentioned that she went to Blackheath Station at night (though others said she slept during the days as it was safer.)
I would like to have known more about her – what made her ‘choose’ to live that life – if indeed ‘choice’ was any part of it. I would have liked to know what she used to read, and I would like to know that she was not alone or in pain at the end.
A sad story that puts one’s own concerns in perspective.
Stephen sent me a photo of her – he wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to post, but you know, I think it is charming – and as many remember her. May she rest in peace.
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