BIRTHDAY TRIBUTE Rose Wolfe, August 10th

A rose once grew where all could see, sheltered beside a garden wall and, as the days passed swiftly by it spread it's branches straight and tall.

One day a beam of light shone through a crevice that had opened wide ¿ the rose bent gently towards it's warmth, then passed beyond to the other side... Now, you deeply feel it's loss. Be comforted ¿ the rose blooms. There - it's beauty even greater now, nurtured by Gods own loving care.

We love and miss you more everyday,