Friday, April 17, 2015
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 and 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. We love you Grandma and Great Grandma, Until we meet again, Rest In Peace.
