Mary Givens Program

I F R OSES G ROW IN H EAVEN By Dolores M. Garcia

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 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 every day, but there’s an ache within my heart that will never go away.

-Love, Yvonne

Momma, Had it not been for you, there would be no me. And at this point, I want to thank the Lord for your life. Now you have gone home, from this earth. Go in peace and love, for my heart is yet heavy, but not without love. Your love for everyone is a lasting love in which I will never let go of. Though my heart is heavy with pain, I know that God has brought you back home to relieve you of the pain. Thank you Momma for my life, filled with tough love and compassion in which I, Henry Jr., your 1st born son to you and Daddy. I know God has taken home a good servant and fighter. I am going to trust in the Lord until we meet again on the other side. One love Momma, with my love, missing you, but always loving you. Henry “Junior” Momma A*K*A “Mary D” The Diva, Our hearts are never ready to share a time like this, but as you often told me through our many conversations “PePe”, God will never put more on you than you can bear”, as he knows all of our limits. With that being said I still reach out in sadness and in love. Today as we move forward we (The Family) must continue to hold each other close and reminisce, and tell of all of our saved-up stories of the good old days with lots of smiles and laughter. Momma or shall I say “ Mary D” all I can say is take rest now free of pain, and I will reflect back on my 52 years of your love and guidance. Love You Always, “Mary D”, Perryn A*K*A “PePe”

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