If Roses Grow in Heaven, Lord Pick a bunch from us, place them in our Mothers arms, and tell her there from us, tell that we love her and miss her, and when she turn to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek, and hold her for awhile, because remembering her is easy, we do it every day, but the ache within our hearts will never go away. K-K-G-L xxxxx

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Marion. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.