When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory turns into a treasure...
Rina del Rosario-Puzon
February 23, 1969 - September 21, 2016
God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be So he put His arms around you And whispered "Come to me." With tearful eyes we watched you As you slowly slipped away And though we loved you dearly We couldn't make you stay. Your golden heart stopped beating Your tired hands put to rest God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best. |
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“Beauty exists not in what is seen and remembered, but in what is felt and never forgotten.” |