Here's a little secret; my name's not Rosie. (In fact, I have a theory all Rosie's were born by another name unless they were born dogs. Seriously, I've met more pets called Rosie, than people!) I was named after my paternal grandmother; the late Rosaria Carmella Panetta nee Vallelonga. A petite Italian woman, who lived a simple life ...
But why do we respect the dead?
Someone I knew died the other week. Suddenly and unexpectedly. He was a previous boss. Someone who I had seen everyday for almost three years, many years ago. And most importantly one of the few people in this world who I truly felt believed in me. While the nature of my job means I’ve been propelled to ...