WASHINGTON, Beverley Joyce

If roses grow in heaven,

Lord please pick a bunch for us.

Place them in our grandma’s arms,

And tell her they’re from us.

Tell her we love her and miss her so much,

And when she turns to smile,

Place a kiss upon her cheek

And hold her for awhile for us….

All our love,

Tania, Harrison, Carl, Samantha, Sadie & William.