Monday, June 8, 2009

Missing my Mother 05/07/35 - 06/08/09

God saw you getting tired and a cure was not meant to be, So he put his arms around you and whispered "Come to Me". With tearful eyes we watched you, as we saw you pass away. Although we loved you deeply, we could not make you stay. Your Golden Heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best!

1 comment:

Anne said...

Hugest hugs to you, Pamela.