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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
Because I am missing her today...x

Thanks Jacky, it sounds lovely.

I have a beautiful rose, called Compassion, it smells gorgeous and is a lovely colour, sort of changes as it flowers.
I love roses,
Lizxx

I just googled and found this!

This rose has made quite an impact with its copper-orange coloured flowers and bright green foliage. Bred from Alexander and Silver Jubilee it has a very good health history. It was named for the Not Forgotten Association.

Specifications:
Introduced : Cocker - 1984
Colour : orange
Height : Tall
Flowering Period : Repeat Flowering
Rememberance Rose

Liz - the flowers are orange.

Gillian - I will look at the label tomorrow as I am sure it came from a named supplier although I bought it at Notcutts garden centre.

Jacky

I am going to look for the rose Remember me, and plant one in my garden and one on Stephens grave, Remember me, sounds perfect......thank you XX.. Any ideas where to get one, or will most garden centres have them XX..

Beautiful words :-)


Jacky....I had the rose 'Remember Me' planted when my father died a few years back......it has just started to bud. A lovely rose which I always recommend to thers to plant in their gardens if they have lost a loved one.

Susan
x

MOTHER
"I have reached the end of my journey.
And now I know the end is better than the beginning,
for my children can walk alone, and their children after them."

Your Mother is always with you.
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street;
she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks;
she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
And she's crystallized in every tear drop.
She's the place you came from, your first home;
and she's the map you follow with every step you take.
She's your first love and your first heartbreak,
and nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, not space... not even death.

Jacky, how lovely, what colour is it?

Belair, those words are lovely, especially the first one.

Lizx

As We Look Back

As we look back over time
We find ourselves wondering .....
Did we remember to thank you enough
For all you have done for us?
For all the times you were by our sides
To help and support us .....
To celebrate our successes
To understand our problems
And accept our defeats?
Or for teaching us by your example,
The value of hard work, good judgement,
Courage and integrity?
We wonder if we ever thanked you
For the sacrifices you made.
To let us have the very best?
And for the simple things
Like laughter, smiles and times we shared?
If we have forgotten to show our
Gratitude enough for all the things you did,
We're thanking you now.
And we are hoping you knew all along,
How much you meant to us.

Not how did he die, but how did he live?
Not what did he gain, but what did he give?
These are the units to measure the worth
Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed?
But had he befriended those really in need?
Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,
But how many were sorry when he passed away.

I have just bought a beautiful rose for my garden in memory of my mum. It has orange flowers and is called 'Remember Me'.

Jacky

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Nudging for Angela, with my sympathy on the loss of her Eddie.

Lizxx

Thanks Caz for nudging this.

Thinking of you Jacky.

Lizxx

He is Gone
You can shed tears that he is gone,
Or you can smile because he lived,
You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back,
Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see him
Or you can be full of the love that you shared,
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember him and only that he is gone
Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on,
You can cry and close your mind be empty and turn your
back,
Or you can do what he would want: smile, open your eyes,
love and go on.

n

Nudging for Carolyn and Kevan, and for Carolina too.

Lizxx

Nudging for Rose and JackyJ.
Lizxxx

Awdrey, I read that poem and others on the sites for lovely verses.

Nudging this for all who have lost loved ones.

Lizx

Sorry Linda, didn't mean to make you cry, but the words can bring comfort as well as tears.
Lizx

these are beautiful had tears in my eyes just reading them