From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:

Today was Suzanne’s funeral. I wanted to go and say good-bye to her, but I wasn’t allowed to but just before the family left Grandfather said to me, “Look, darling, I’ll tell you what you may do. You may pick a beautiful rose from the garden and I will put it in Suzanne’s hand and tell it is from you.” So I did. Ito cut if for me, a pink rose, and I gave it to Grandfather and then I felt better.