In Loving Memory of My Mother

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 I saw you sleeping,
So peaceful and free from pain
I could not wish you back
To suffer that again.

Author Unknown

How Great Thou Art

Mothers Favorite Song

My Mother,  Brother, James and My Father, Donald,
at James High School Graduation.

My Parents 38th Anniversary.
Still happy after 38 years of marriage.

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