If roses grown in Heaven Lord, please pick one for me, place it in my Mom's hand and tell her it's from me and tell her that I love her and when she turns to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for awhile.
Remembering her will be easy, I will do it every day but there's an ache within my heart that will never go away.
Daughter Bev and John.
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If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, we'd walk right up toHeaven and bring you home again.
God bless Nan.
Jonathan and Paige.
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