May God bless you and your...
THE TIDE
The tide recedes, but leaves behind
bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down, but gentle warmth
still lingers on the land.
The music stops, yet echoes on
in sweet, soulful refrains.
For every joy that passes,
something beautiful remains.
-author unknown.
Alta leaves behind so many precious memories with all of us. I will always be thankful that I got to know her as a friend. Until I see her again,
Faith King
June 11, 2013 | Grove City, OH




