Dear Dan, Shannon and Maddy, We cannot fathom your anguish, though our hearts are broken too. Please know that you are in our every thought, our every tear and in our near constant prayers. Several years ago I read this poem at a friend's tribute. I can still remember it by heart. It's cheesy, and maybe that's why I can remember it. These past hours the words have been running though my mind. And to this day every time I see a rosebud I think of Jeramy. Now, I will think of dear little Hunter too. With Deepest Sympathy, Carrie Steve, Gracie, Conner and Jane send their love too The Tiny Rosebud The Master Gardener From heaven above Planted a seed In the garden of love. And from it there grew A rosebud small That never had time To open at all. For God in His perfect And all-wise way Chose this rose For His heavenly bouquet. And great was the joy Of this tiny rose To be the one our Father Chose To leave earth's garden For one on high Where roses bloom always And never die. So while you can't see Your precious rose bloom, You know the great Gardener From the upper room Is watching and tending This wee rose with care, Tenderly touching Each petal so fair. So think of your darling With the angels above, Secure and contented And surrounded by love. And remember God blessed And enriched your lives, too, For in dying, your darling Brought heaven closer to you!