If roses grow in heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for us, Place them in our Nan’s arms and tell her they’re from us. Tell her that we love and miss her and when she turns to smile, Place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for a while. Because remembering her is easy, we do it every day, But there’s an ache within our hearts that will never go away. Love you always.
Your heartbroken granddaughter Sharon, grandson-in-law Mark, great-grandson Ryan and his fiancée Aimee xxxx.