Exciting, interesting, and unconventional, Rosemary Anne (Sewell) Hubble, 84, from Franklin, NC, died on Friday, May 26, 2023. Rosemary was mother to Christopher (Julie) Hubble, West Lebanon, NH; Caroline Hubble, Franklin, NC; grandparent to Jackson and Margaret Hubble; former wife of Kenneth Hubble, Winter Park, FL, and sister to John Sewell, United Kingdom.

Always up for an adventure, Rosemary loved traveling, had a passion for gardening, and served as a Hospice nurse for decades. Rosemary was born in Mapledurham, England, in 1938 and educated at The Abbey School in Reading. She received her nursing degree from Guy's Nursing School at King's College in London, England in the 1950s. In the early 1960's she immigrated to the United States and started raising children while working as a nurse. As an ambassador of end-of-life care, she spent thirty-five years working for Hospice, and managed the Pediatric Advanced Comfort Care Team at Children's Mercy Hospital in Kansas City, Missouri.

Upon receiving her MDiv from Berkeley's Pacific School of Religion, she authored her first book titled Conversations on the Dung Heap: Reflections on Job, Liturgical Press, 1998. While living in the mountains of North Carolina, she was the doula caregiver for all the Savannah and Egyptian Mau mother cats and kittens at Kaluah Ridge Farm and Cattery. During this time, she also finished her final book titled Suck It Up, Buttercup (And Live); Life Lived, Death Observed which will be available in the near future. For updates on the book's publication, visit https://www.kaluahridge.com/rosemarysupcomingbook

Rosemary left her mark by creating beautiful gardens wherever she lived, which included Minnesota, Arizona, Florida, California, Kansas, and North Carolina. Of the many places she visited, she was moved by her time in Israel, Thailand, Jamaica, China, South Africa, Turkey, Alaska, and Mexico.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
—Mary Oliver © 1992 by Mary Oliver, from New & Selected Poems: Vol 1. Beacon Press, Boston.

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made in Rosemary's memory to Savannah Cat Rescue at http://svrescue.com/donate-to-savannah-cat-rescue/ or Four Season's Hospice at https://fourseasonsfdn.org/. She also requested a tree be planted in her memory.

Online condolences can be made at www.maconfuneralhome.com

Macon Funeral Home is handling the arrangements