Eugene W. Vance

Fall's Last Goodbye
A golden day full of sunshine and warmth
so beautiful, betrayed the ugly truth.
A fall of roses in bloom to December.
A crash of pain I will always remember.
You seemed so frail, so weak and so near,
yet I was not sure my voice you could hear.
As I took hold of your fatherly hand, so bruised and torn, rough as sand,
I gazed at your body, tired and weak,
and knew this would be our last time to speak.
Go, fly with the angels...

Thank you Dad for the guidance and support you provided in the course of your life with your family. God bless you. Ken & Mary Vance

Janet & Bret, Prayers to you and your Family during this difficult time.
Brenda Thomas

Please accept our most profound sympathy.
Scott & Melodie