"God saw she was getting tired,

and a cure was not to be.

So he put his arms around her,

and whispered: Come with me.

With tear-filled eyes we watched her

suffer and fade away

although we loved her deeply

we could not make her stay.

A golden heart stopped beating

hard working hands put to rest.

God broke our hearts to prove us,

he only takes the best"

In memory of the oldest living relative on my mothers side who passed away last night. Tante Klara was married to my grandmothers brother, and lived a long and wonderful life. Rest peacefully dearest!