God saw that she was getting tired, A cure was not to be. So he put His arms around her And whispered, ”Come with Me.” With tearful eyes, we watched her suffer. And saw her fade away. Although we loved her dearly, We could not make her stay. A golden heart stopped beating. Hard working hands to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes ”the best” Frances and Kathleen Coelho – author

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I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.