Wednesday, January 23, 2019
God saw you getting tired,
When a cure was not to be.
So He wrapped 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.
I will miss my dear sister, Fran, but will remember the good times we had when we visited our mother's house in Buffalo, NY. After the children went to bed, Fran,Ginny,Mom and I sat around the dining room table and played a game, had snacks, shared stories, and laughing til wee hours of the night! Always in my thoughts.
