God saw you getting tired. When a cure was not to be, so He wrapped you in his loving arms and whispered, "Come with me." You didn't deserve all you went through and so he gave you rest. God's garden must be beautiful for he only takes the best. It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn't go alone, for a piece of us went with you the day God called you home.
Our children: Jack A, Gayle M, Glade J, Dale M, Jo Ann