Vicki L. Holdridge
God looked around his garden and found an empty placeHe then looked down upon the Earth and saw your tired faceHe put his arms around you and lifted you to restWith the help of his angels they flew you to your heavenly placeGods garden must be beautiful, he always takes the bestHe knew you were suffering, he knew you were in painHe knew that you would never get well on Earth againHe saw the road was getting rough and the hills too hard to climbHe closed your weary eyelids and whispered "Peace be Thine"It broke our hearts to lose you but you didn't go aloneFor part of us went with you the day God called you home. Love, Aunt Vicki