Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Please accept our heartfelt sympathy on the passing of your mother and Babba. God saw her getting tired and a cure was not to be. So He put His arms around her and whispered "come to me." With tearful eyes you watched her, and saw her pass away. Although you loved her dearly, you could not make her stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hardworking hands at rest. God broke your hearts to prove to you, He only takes the best.
