Roselle's soul lives on in you and your family, and now in this poem too. She left the body but reunited with the divine, our Father. Love is now the language available to you to communicate with her; she is now an ember in your heart which will never be put out; forever with you, never gone in spirit.

I hope you are doing fine.
I offer you my sincere condolences.

Much love,
Luka.