"God saw you getting tired, and a cure was not to be, so he wrapped his arms around you and whispered 'come to me'. With tearful eyes we watched you, and you passed away, and although we love you dearly we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating when he gave you rest, Gods garden must be beautiful, he only takes the best." Love you so much dad, missing you hurts more and more everyday. XXXXXX
Paige
11th February 2011