McKEAVENEY KATHLEEN If roses grow in Heaven Lord plese pick a bunch for me, place them in my mothers arms and tell her they’re from me. Tell her that I 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 I do it everyday, but there is an ache in my heart that will never go away. Your heartbroken son Hugo and Lyla.
