FrankieB & TracyB,
God put his arms around him, and lifted him to rest.
His garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best.
He saw the road was getting rough, and the hills were hard to climb.
So He closed his weary eyelids, and whispered “Peace be thine”.
It broke your hearts to lose him, but he didn’t go alone.
For part of you went with him, the day He called him home.
May the peace which comes from the memories of love shared comfort you now and in the days ahead.
Lean on your friends for strength, and always remember how much you are cared about.
My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son of a bitch.
Last edited by Wharf Rat; 11-05-2012 at 01:30 PM.