So loved,

So missed,

So unreal,

Still........

Rosie, you were and still are such an important part of our family. Like missing a limb, your absence is a constant reminder of what was.

Know that we will always love you, always remember what you were to our lives and always mourn for you.
Please come in our dreams. How I long to hug you. And know that you are happy.

Your mom forever,

Moo

Suicide doesn't end pain.
 
It only lays it
 
on the

broken shoulders 

of the survivors.......... 
Anne-Grace Scheinin 


.........Your friends and family who are 
left behind to wonder

WHY????

Some visitors may have wondered why 
I have chosen to put this 
as the first thing you see on Rosies site. 
Like I am proud of it or something. 
Or focusing her death... 
and not her life.

Not at all. 
I am just trying to bring awareness to the devastating 
after affects of this choice 
that is made by 
over 30,000 Americans every year.

And some visitors

won't read all the 
way to the bottom of the page.

(please take the time)

We never saw it coming.

You probably won't either. 
But these 30,000 Americans are related to someone! 
Don't let this affect your family!

My heartfelt thanks to all the graphic artists that helped me with this site! Many of you grieving yourselves but using your talents for good.
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

Rosie, Jeffrey and Kitty


















"There will be no goodbyes 
for us. 

For wherever you are, 

you will always be in our hearts."
~~Mahatma Ghandi



























This memorial website was created in loving memory of Rosanne Renae Lowe who was born in Hoffman Estates, Illinois on April 20, 1984 and passed away on June 14, 2006 at the age of 22. 



Rosanne was known to many as Rosie, Ro, Ro Ro, Ru, Ru Ru, Roose, Rooseburps, RoRo Go Wreck, (for her 10 fender benders in the first year she had her license), Rolie, (when she rolled her jeep) Masufra, (lovingly) and when she was in trouble, ROSANNE RENAE!

Rosie was the baby, 
following in behind sisters 
Megan and Sara. 

Each child planned for, each 2 years apart, each loved and cherished for their own unique personalities, and each child very special 
and very necessary.
Rosie completed our family.





Rosie had the gift of gab (or not) and you could often put the phone down or leave the room and she would still be talking, 
not missing a beat 





While she always meant well, she had a tendency to impulsively say the wrong thing or 
say it in the wrong way, 
keeping her in a constant state of apology. 
But that was Rosie; 
we were hoping she’d grow out of it. 






She had a smile that could blind you and wanted to be a friend to everyone. She would do any favor, for anyone, except of course, Saturday chores or any physical work at home. For that, right up till the end, she had to be bribed or threatened. 




Rosie loved me, her dad, her sisters and 
Orlando Bloom.
She loved homegrown tomatoes, KFC, my sloppy joes, my meatloaf, McChicken with cheese, 
and my stuffing balls.
She loved her nephews, her kitten, Yorkie Puppies,
the group Alabama, rummage sales, 
her job, her friends, 
pajama pants
and Jim.
Maybe not all in that order.
Someone also mentioned UV Bombs.....



Rosie’s choice has left us in a devastated state of confusion, anguish and still today, disbelief that she is not here anymore.
Each of us still have her on speed dial and often try to call her before we realize, oh yeah…...,
it’s real…….,
she’s gone. 





Something put her in that frame of mind that night.
Alcohol, her love life (or lack of), who knows. 
We don’t believe that Rosie meant her suicide 
attempt to be successful. 
She was planning a future!
She talked of children one day!
Country Thunder was coming up and 
we always went together.
She had already purchased her Dave Matthews ticket.  She filled her gas tank that morning.
She had never even been on an airplane!
It just doesn't make sense!!!! 





The coroner said she only took 5 pills. She could have taken the whole bottle of 120. 
But  she was drinking. And left a note....
And suicide by definition is 
causing your own death. 

Accidental or not.
We only know that she impulsively 
lost her hope for the future. 
And as it's been said, 

"suicide is a permanent solution 
to a temporary problem."

So our Rosie has become another statistic. 

More on that later…..

And still is.

In our hearts forever!

Auntie Ro Ro sure loved Jacob. 
And was determined to be his favorite Aunt!

I'VE LEARNED THAT YOU CAN KEEP GOING LONG AFTER YOU THINK YOU CAN'T

I'VE LEARNED THAT FRIENDS AND RELATIVES CAN BECOME STRANGERS, AND STRANGERS CAN BECOME FRIENDS,

I'VE LEARNED THAT IGNORANCE ISN'T AN EXCUSE FOR THE LACK OF COMPASSION
I'VE LEARNED THAT SOME PEOPLE WILL
NEVER, EVER, "GET IT"
AND I...
WILL NEVER
"GET OVER IT". 


I'VE LEARNED THAT THE

COMMUNITY OF SORROW IS THE

STRONGEST OF ALL.



I'VE LEARNED THAT NO MATTER HOW BAD YOUR HEART IS BROKEN THE WORLD DOESN'T STOP FOR YOUR GRIEF,

I'VE LEARNED THAT YOUR LIFE CAN BE CHANGED IN A MATTER OF MINUTES,

I'VE LEARNED THAT SOME OF THE PEOPLE YOU CARE MOST ABOUT IN LIFE ARE TAKEN FROM YOU TOO SOON,

I'VE LEARNED YOU SHOULD ALWAYS LEAVE LOVED ONES WITH LOVING WORDS. IT MAY BE THE LAST TIME YOU SEE THEM,

I'VE LEARNED THAT LOVE ISN'T MEASURED BY THE AMOUNT OF TIME YOU HAVE WITH SOMEONE,

I'VE LEARNED THAT SOME SORROW IS SO DEEP THAT IT HAS NO WORDS,
BUT SO IS LOVE! 

Author Not Known---
But Could Have Been Me









We ask that those of you who knew and loved her take a moment and share some of your memories of her with us all, by contributing your memories and pictures to this website. 











Thank you Melody!

Thank you Jayne!!











We little knew that morning,
God was going to call your name,
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you,
the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories,
your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you,
you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again

Thank you Sarah!

♥♥♥ JUST FOR TODAY ♥♥♥
Just for today, I will try to live thru the next 24 hrs, and not expect to get over my child's death, but instead learn to live with it 
one day at a time.

Just for today, I will remember my child's life, not her death and bask in the comfort of all those treasured days 
and moments we shared.

Just for today, I will forgive all my family and friends who didn't help or comfort me in the way I needed them to. 
They truly didn't know how.

Just for today, I will smile no matter how much I hurt on the inside, for maybe if I smile a little, my heart will soften 
and I will begin to heal.

Just for today, I will reach out to comfort a relative or friend of my child. For they are hurting too, and 
perhaps we can comfort each other.

Just for today, I will free myself from my self-inflicted burden of guilt, for deep in my heart I do know, if there was anything in this world to save my child from death, I would have done it.

Just for today, I will honor my child's memory by doing something for another child because I know that would have 
made my own child proud.

Just for today, when my heart feels like breaking, I will stop and remember that grief is the price we have to pay for loving and the only reason that I hurt is because I have had the privilege 
of loving someone so very much.

Just for today, I will not compare myself to others. I am very fortunate to be who I am and to have had my child for as long as I did.

Just for today, I will allow myself to be happy, for I know that I am not deserting her by living on.

Author Unknown but could've been me......














Thank you Darla!










Their last picture together. Dec 2005.





Rosie was there in spirit!

Sara was not sure we should keep her......

Gotta love her.

A Mother's Grief
by
Kelly Cummings

You ask me how I'm feeling,
but do you really want to know?
The moment I try telling you
You say you have to go

How can I tell you,
what it's been like for me
I am haunted, I am broken
By things that you don't see

You ask me how I'm holding up,
but do you really care?
The second I try to speak my heart,
You start squirming in your chair.

Because I am so lonely,
you see, no one comes around,
I'll take the words I want to say
And quietly choke them down.

Everyone avoids me now,
Because they don't know what to say
They tell me I'll be there for you,
then turn and walk away.

Call me if you need me,
that's what everybody said,
But how can I call you and scream
into the phone,
My God, my child is dead?

No one will let me
say the words I need to say
Why does a mothers grief
scare everyone away?

I am tired of pretending
as my heart pounds in my chest,
I say things to make you comfortable,
but my soul finds no rest.

How can I tell you things
that are too sad to be told,
of the helplessness of holding a child
who in your arms grows cold?

Maybe you can tell me,
How should one behave,
who's had to follow their childs casket,
watched it perched above a grave?

You cannot imagine
what it was like for me that day
to place a final kiss upon that box,
and have to turn and walk away.

If you really love me,
and I believe you do,
if you really want to help me,
here is what I need from you.

Sit down beside me,
reach out and take my hand,
Say "My friend, I've come to listen,
I want to understand."

Just hold my hand and listen
that's all you need to do,
And if by chance I shed a tear,
it's alright if you do too.

I swear that I'll remember
till the day I'm very old,
the friend who sat and held my hand
and let me bare my soul.

Love you little sister!

IF TEARS COULD BUILD A STAIRWAY
AND MEMORIES WERE A LANE
I WOULD WALK RIGHT UP TO HEAVEN
TO BRING YOU HOME AGAIN
NO FAREWELL WORDS WERE SPOKEN
NO TIME TO SAY GOODBYE
YOU WERE GONE BEFORE I KNEW IT
AND ONLY GOD KNOWS WHY
MY HEART STILL ACHES WITH SADNESS
AND SECRET TEARS STILL FLOW
WHAT IT MEANT TO LOSE YOU
NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW"
Anonymous 

Goodbye....
for 
now


http://graffixofeden.net

A child who loses a parent is an Orphan,
A man who loses his wife is a Widower,
A woman who loses her husband is a Widow.

There is no name for a parent that loses a child
for there is no word to describe the pain.










We walked together, you and I. A mother and her Daughter, We had hopes and dreams for tomorrow, But tomorrow didn't come.



We walked together, you and I. We talked, we laughed, we loved. We shared so many happy times And for that, I thank the lord above.



We walked together, You and I, But only for a short time. For all too soon it ended Leaving pieces of broken hearts behind.



And even though I miss you, More than words can say, I thank God that I got to walk with you Every precious moment of every day....



Poem written by another grieving Mother














The sun rises, then sets. I still exist. 
And spring is on the loom. 

First your birthday, a 23,
that you won't be,
And then your angel date.
Neither a day that we will celebrate.

The only joy
That it marks a year of firsts
And brings me that much closer to you. 

I love you Rosie!
Mom 3-8-07












You are missed beyond belief.







"Your life stops right there. Just stops. And when it starts up again, it's different. It's never what it was before that moment. Never." (author unknown) 














We ask that those of you who knew and loved her take a moment and share some of your memories of her with us all, by contributing your memories and pictures to this website.