God looked around His garden, and found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth, and saw your beautiful face.
He put his arms around you, and lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best.
It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn't go alone,
For part of us went with you on the day God called you home.
A Golden Heart stopped beating, a Golden Voice at rest ~
God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.
Aunt Mattie and Granny
I can't think of anything in this life that hurts more than losing someone
that you love. This is my small way of keeping these people alive in my heart
and memory - and the only way that some of you reading this will ever know
these wonderful people.