July 11, 1957 – Dec. 13, 2007 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 that 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. Happy Birthday, Mother! Love, Boy, Val, Aub and Alli
STANYA J. DORR
