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 suffer
and saw you fade away.
Although we loved you dearly
we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating
hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
On March 25, 2008 my father lost his brave struggle with cancer.
On behalf of our family, my thanks to all of you for your thoughts, prayers, and emotional support.
Following in our tradition of 40 days of mourning, this gallery will remain dark until May 5th.