Part of the uneasy feeling when posting this is that I still haven’t come to terms with my idolising her while I knew her, despite the fact that she did some things (and substances) she maybe shouldn’t have and that in the end she made the ultimate and unforgivable mistake.
I thought she was the woman I wanted to grow into being myself, expressive, flamboyant, artistic, creative, loud but sensitive and always in the centre of the action. I didn’t realise (or maybe ignored) that she was a manic depressive, as I rarely ever witnessed a down with her. Her bf Alex had to deal with that and ultimately couldn’t anymore, as it seems.

“Most people will go to their graves with their music still in them.”
- Benjamin Disraeli
Rose was desperate to bring her music out. I am convinced she took most of it to her grave.