One year ago March 5, an angel came and took my grandmother far away.

There were no good-byes, no farewell; only the news of her passing as our hearts suddenly fell.

If roses grow in heaven, Lord, could you pick a small bouquet? Please place them in my grandma's arms and tell her they're from me. Would you tell her that I love her when she turns to you with a smile and place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for awhile?

If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.

-- Natalie

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