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 that will never go away. My heartfelt sympathy goes out to you. I am thinking of you and wish I could be with you. Love, Cheryl (Ann!)