May God bless you and your...
Here's a poem someone passed on to me...seemed appropriate:
God saw you 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 you
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,
Our hearts were broken when God took you,
We know that He...
Kelly
April 27, 2004