May God bless you and your...
Guy, God saw you were getting tired,
And a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around you
And whispered "come to me".
With tearful eyes we watched,
And saw you pass away.
Although we loved you dearly,
we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove
to us, He only takes the best.
Your Loving Sister,
Lisa Gagnon (Hemet, CA)
October 18, 2009



