IN LOVING MEMORY

                                             OF                                                                                      

                           PATTY HENDRICKS BUICE

                 JUNE 21, 1961----FEBRUARY 14, 2002

     In God's infinite wisdom He created things of beauty

     for his children.  One of these creations was the rose.

     The rose having a beauty unlike any other is unique,

     special, one of a kind.

     Patty was a rose.

     The rose, either given or received represents love.  A

     joy to have, to behold, to watch change from a bud

     to full blossom, ever changing yet still the same.

     Patty was a rose.

     The rose touches the heart.  It's petals fragile yet

     strong and deeply rooted.  It's beauty radiates

     from within giving an inner peace to the soul.  Its

     very presence brightens any room.

     Patty was like a rose.

     The rose lives for a time and then is gone forever. 

     Patty unlike the rose will live forevermore in the 

     loving presence of God.  Also in the hearts and minds

     of all whose lives were fortunate enough to be touched

     by her.

                              PATTY WAS A ROSE.

                                              Author of poem: Harriett Prince

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