To my darling Sister Sylvia, If roses grow in heaven pick a bunch for me. Place them in my sister 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 every day. But there is a ache within my heart that will never go away. I love you always, in memory of my darling sister Sylvia. XXXX