CHALLONER Jean, a loving wife, departed December 1st. A rose once grew where all could see, sheltered beside a garden wall, And, as the days passed swiftly by, it spread its branches, straight and tall.... One day, a beam of light shone through a crevice that had opened wide - The rose bent gently towards its warmth, then passed beyond to the other side.... Now, you who deeply feel its loss, be comforted - the rose blooms there - Its beauty even greater now, nurtured by God's own loving care. Frank.