If roses grow in Heaven, Lord, pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my Grandfather's arms
and tell him they're from me.
Tell him that I love and miss him,
and when he turns to smile,
place a kiss upon his cheek
and hold him for a while.
Because remembering him is easy,
I do it every day,
but there's an ache within my heart
that will never go away.
-Author Unknown
Can't believe I've been missing you for a year...I love you, Pa
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