HOWES Doris, Mom.

If roses grow in Heaven Lord, please pick a bunch for me, place them in my Mother's arms and tell her they're from me, tell her I love her and miss her and when she turns to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for awhile because remembering her is easy, I do it every day but there's an ache within my heart because I miss her every day.

Goodnight, God bless, Daughter Eileen and Son-in-law Malcolm. X X X

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