- 63 years old
- Date of birth: Oct 14, 1904
- Date of passing: May 10, 1968
|Let the memory of Anna Gunhild be with us forever|
This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Anna Gunhild Malmstrom, 63, born on October 14, 1904 and passed away on May 10, 1968. We will remember her forever.
"After all this time I still wish I could pick up the phone and we could talk for a while, like we used to. Missing you and remembering how you loved your garden, especially the beautiful flowers you used to grow.
Happy mother's day, Mom."
"Remembering my mom on the anniversary of her birth. Miss you mom; love you forever and wish you were here."
"Wish you were here for your birthday, Mom. I still remember how much you appreciated your birthday presents. You had so few material things in your short lifetime but yet you were always happy. That's because you knew what was truly important in this life. Miss you, Mom.
“I thank my God upon every remembrance of you.”
"This candle is for my mother on the anniversary of her birth. She was one of the strongest bravest people I have ever known and made the world a much better place in the short time she was here. Miss you, Mom."
"This candle is for you Mom. You were my confidant and best friend--I still wish I could pick the phone and we could talk the way we used to. Thanks for the overwhelming love you gave when I became a mother too. Wish you could have known all your beautiful grandchildren, but I know you are up there watching over them all--our very own guardian angel."
"Today is your birthday, Mom. You’ve been gone for 44 years but the memories of you are stronger than ever. Wish you could have been here to see your grandchildren grow up--you would have loved and enjoyed them and they would have loved the sweet person that you were. Miss you Mom!"
"Missing you Mom, especially on Mother's Day.
Love you forever,
"In memory I see again
A garden I still love…
My mother’s flower garden
With blue of skies above.
I would not forget the sweet peas,
Nor Morning Glories twined round the door
In my mother’s old-fashioned garden
The garden that grows no more.
Yet in memory its fragrance lingers
Its beauty will always last
As I dream of Mother’s garden…
Cherished memories of the past.
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