Rolf H. Ullrich

David and Family,
I was so sorry to hear about your fathers passing. I found this poem that you might feel to be somewhat comforting.


He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest.
His Garden must be beautiful, he always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering, he knew you were in pain.
And knew that you would never get well on earth again.
He saw your path was difficult, he closed your tired eyes,
He whispered to you "Peace be...