Missing you Bestist but remembering all the happy times. Love you. X 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 would not wish you back To suffer that again. (Frances and Kathleen Coelho)