If roses grew in Heaven, Lord, please pick a bunch for me. Place them in your Mother’s arms and tell her they’re from me. Tell her she will be missed, and when she turns to smile, tell her thank you for all she has done; and hold her for a while. Tell her there is an ache within our heart that will never go away; friends and family will travel far and wide to remember this day. Condolence from the Swaby family