In loving memory of our beloved wife and mother, Ruth Bastyr, who passed away

three years ago today.

If roses grow in Heaven, Lord 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 everyday.

But there's an ache within my heart

That never goes away.