If daffodils grow in heaven, please pick a bunch from me, please 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, we do it every day, but there is an ache within our hearts that will never go away.
Love from her son Chris, his wife Louise and her grandchildren Jessica and Isla xxxx.