I don't want to write about this. Even a reporter needs a moment for sorrow, so I wasn't covering today's memorial for Rose Simmons at the

. I was just there.

Nevertheless, I've got to blog something. Hundreds turned up to pay respects under the rumbling sky, beside the trickling creek. Dan Koffman, the father of Avree, was smiling. John Simmons, father of Rose, told a story of monkeys washing sweet potatoes. It was beautiful.

Bianca from

read the entire text of Dr Seuss'

. All I can recommend is that those of you who couldn't make it do the same. Finish it, and you'll understand what's been lost and what remains to be saved.