THIS IT A TRIBUTE AND MEMORIAL TO THOSE
FAMILY MEMBER WHO HAVE CROSSED OVER
BEFORE US.
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God saw you getting tired,
When a cure was not to be.
So he wrapped his arms around you,
and whispered, "Come to me".
You didn't deserve what you went through,
So he gave you a rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best.
And when I saw you sleeping,
So peaceful and free from pain
I could not wish you back
To suffer that again.

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN AND FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS
BEETHOVAN DEC 1992- MARCH 2006
    MY OLD FRIEND