God saw you were getting tired and a cure was not to be, so He put His arms around you and whispered come live with me. With tearful eyes we watched you suffer and saw you fading away, we loved you dearly, but could not make you stay. A golden heart stops beating, your hard working hands put to rest, God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best. God will love you and keep you until we meet someday.by Carolyn Marvinetz
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Oh, what good memories you have of your time with your father in law. That is a sweet tribute, Denna.
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