She was a beautiful lady inside and out.
Her touch could soothe your worst fears.
Her words calmed any storm.
Her arms a balm to your soul.
She was loving, generous, and with a fire inside to warm your heart on those cold, lonely days.
She was a sister, a mother, a grandmother, a great-grandmother, and aunt.
A best friend.
Her sweet scent and resilience touched those around her, feeling her warmth and compassion. The petals may have fallen to the earth, and their fragrance depleted, but Our White Rose of York goes on to blossom, remaining alive in the hearts of those she treasured.
Miss you Mom.