Remembering Charleigh Rose
                                        Loved and Cherished by Beth Jackson

We can't know why the rose has so brief a time to bloom in the warmth of sunlight's kiss upon its face. Before it folds its fragrance in and bids the world good night to rest its beauty in a gentler place... But we can know that nothing that is loved is ever lost, and no companion who has ever touched a heart can really pass away, because some beauty lingers on in each memory of which they've been a part.                                                       Author Unknown