God saw you were getting tired, and a cure was not to be, So He put his arms around you and whispered, "Come to Me". With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away. Although we loved you dearly, we couldn't make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes THE BEST. It's lonesome here without you, we miss you more each day. Life doesn't seem the same, since you have gone away. When days are sad and lonely and everything goes wrong, We seem to hear you whisper, "Cheer up and Carry on". Each time we see your picture, you seem to smile and say, Don't cry I'm in God's keeping, we'll meet again someday.