With love from Susan and Laura
When God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be
He put his arms around you
And whispered come to me
He didn't like what you went through
And he gave you rest
His garden must be beautiful
He only takes the best
And on that day you fell asleep
So peaceful, free from pain
We wouldn't wish you back
To suffer that again
And so we had to say goodbye
As you took your final rest
That garden must be beautiful
Because you are one of the best.
Love you always, dear Dad and Grandad
Susan Hope
28/01/2014
