Wednesday, July 22, 2009
God saw you 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 and although we love you dearly we could not make you stay. A Golden heart stopped beating hard working hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove us he only takes the best. I am sorry I can not be there but you are in my thoughts and heart on this day of sadness.Love Kelly Mitchell Sam and eric
