April 2, 1968-May 23, 2008
“If Roses Grow in Heaven”
If roses grow in Heaven,
Lord, please pick a bunch for us.
Place them in our daughter’s arms
and tell her they are from us.
Tell her 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.
Dad, Mom, Chris, Sam and all your family