God saw you were getting tired and cure was not to be. He put his arms around you and whispered come to me. With tearful eyes we watched you and watched you pass away. All though we love you dearly we can not make you stay. Agolden heart stoped beating. Hard working hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us that god only takes the best.
Reason for writing:
My uncle died a year ago on Jan.7,1997
And i wrote this for him.
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