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 a while. Because remembering her is easy, I do it every day, But there’s an ache within my heart that will never go away.
From your loving daughter Karen and son-in-law Kevin, grandchildren Stuart and Amy, Laura and Gary, great-grandchildren Jess, Tyler, David, Thomas, Lily, Charlie, Daisy and Ellie-Jayne.