Friday, March 25, 2011
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, hardworking hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.
May the love of family and friends around you help you through the days ahead.
