Rosemary-Colored Glasses


Corey’s friend Molly wrote him a beautiful email last week that ended with her saying, “I want to keep your mom’s wonderfully uplifting perspective on life — I want to see the world through Rosemary-colored glasses.”

For years Mark has told me that I view the world through rose-colored glasses, but since my diagnosis I don’t think that’s always the case anymore. If anything, I’ve realized that we’re all dealing with some sort of sorrow in our lives and that nobody’s sorrow is more severe or more significant than anyone else’s. All of our problems are real and we need to remember that and be a little better to one another.

I remember writing a quote on the kids’ lunch bags years ago that went, “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.” I have always liked that quote, but I don’t think I really got it until I spent some time without my Rosemary-colored glasses.

14 thoughts on “Rosemary-Colored Glasses

  1. Rosemary, I am so glad that Corey encouraged you to write. Sharing what life has been for you and what you and your family is going through. You are an amazing person and your family is too. I am glad that God let us meet you and have you in our life.

  2. When I spend time with you, I feel like I am looking through those Rosemary colored glasses, and the world surely does look better!

  3. I don’t have the words to tell you how much your blog means. God is with you and I see that in you Rosemary. You are a wonderful person, keep those glasses on when ever you want.

  4. Rosemary, I have always teased you about the times I played in the outfield with you years ago on the Filly Farm softball team. For those who haven’t heard this before, I will tell you what drove me crazy and also made me smile about “Little Miss Rosemary”. Here it was, middle of summer, felt like 90+ degrees with those little black bugs flying in my ears and some up my nose, I swear. (yes, I did swear sometimes) We would have to run out to the outfield in this blasted heat and as I’m wiping sweat off my face I hear Rosemary yell to me, “Isn’t that tree beautiful?” Or, “don’t those flowers smell pretty?” That’s the attitude that she always seemed to have. I both admired and was jealous of her at the same time. I would just shake my head and ask if she was on drugs! Just kidding about the drugs.
    I love you Rosemary, always did, always will.

  5. I can’t seem to find the “right” words, and I’ve tried to do that a few times, without success. I read your blog with a desire to be enlightened; and that is what is happening. We love you! Thank you for taking the time to talk to us on your blog. You are wonderful.

  6. Dear Rosemary, I wonder if you fully realize what your blog means to all of us. We look at life so differently now. We all know there are good times, bad times, easy times and hard times but you have lead us through your journey with such grace and passion for living life to the fullest. Thank you again for sharing with us!

  7. Dear Sweet Rosemary, You are a very special person. Not all of us are lucky to have “Rosemary colored glasses”! Just remember if your lenses get a little smudged and foggy once in a while, just take personal time and clean them. Some harder days, if they get scratched, lean on a love one or a friend. Those of us that have been lucky enough to read your blog now see a little clearer though your lenses too. Thank you for sharing and opening your world to us with your beautiful thoughts and wisdom. Love, Peg

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