GLORIA RUTH SHEWCHUK

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GLORIA RUTH SHEWCHUK July 1, 1959 - March 26, 2006 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 a while. Because remembering her is easy, I do it everyday, But there is an ache within my heart, That will never go away. From Meghan and Adam. A million times we needed you, A million times we cried, If love alone would have saved you, You would of never died. A light from our household is gone, A voice from our love is stilled, A place in our vacant home, Which never can be filled. Some may think you are forgotten, Though on earth you are no more, But in our memory you are with us, As you always were before. It broke our hearts to lose you, But you did not go alone, A part of us went with you, The day God called you home. Your precious memories are for keepsakes, With which we'll never part, God has you safely in His keeping, But we have you forever in our hearts - Ken Goran, Meghan and Adam.

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Mar 26, 2008