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Black, Jean
BLACK, JEAN - If roses grow in heaven Lord, please pick a bunch for me. Place them in my mother's arms and tell her they're from me. Tell her that I love and miss her and when she turns to smile, place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for a while. Because remembering her is easy, I do it everyday but there's an ache within my heart that will never go away. From your loving son Henry. Always remembered.
Added: 31/12/2021
