Remembering a Beautiful Person

February 11, 2025

It was a stab to my heart seeing her name, in cold black letters, on the obituary page.

We’d dated in 1974. RoseAnne Fogarty was such a beautiful person, inside and out. Our time together so lovely. When she finally unburdened herself that we could not take it to the next level, she wept. Something new to me.

I was immature in that realm, not ready for her then. Processing it gave me some insight, so in that way RoseAnne proved important to my life. She remained embedded there; I’d thought about her often through the ensuing half century, wishing her well.

The obituary’s details showed what a beautiful woman indeed RoseAnne was, having a life laden with achievement, giving, and fulfillment. She had a 36-year marriage, and a daughter. (Just like me; my own marriage wonderful, with a great wife who’s everything to me.)

The world is poorer without RoseAnne Fogarty in it. A reminder of mortality’s cruel tragedy. I grieve for you, RoseAnne, and finally reciprocate your tears.