Saturday, July 5, 2008
God saw Luigi getting tired,
When a cure was not to be.
So He wrapped his arms around him,
and whispered, "Come to me".
He didn't deserve what he went through,
So He gave him rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best
And when I saw him sleeping,
So peaceful and free from pain
I could not wish him back
To suffer that again.
Julie and family . We are thinking of you in your time of loss.
Sharon, Brenda. Beth , Janet
