Its been 3 years since you left us and not a day goes by that we don't mention your name. Miss you dearly. Love Tom, Roxanne Samantha and Stephanie.
God saw you getting tired
When a cure was not to be.
So He closed His arms
Around you and whispered,
“Come to Me.”
You didn’t deserve what
You went through,
So He gave you rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best.
And when we saw you sleeping
So peaceful and
Free from pain,
We could not wish you back
To suffer that again
