God saw you getting tired
and a cure was not meant to be,
So He put His arms around you
and whispered, “Come to Me”
With tearful eyes we watched you,
as we saw you pass away
Although we loved you deeply,
we could not make you stay
Your golden heart stopped beating,
hardworking hands at rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best
(“Golden Heart” by Belinda Moon)
It has been eight years, Daddy…why is it still so hard for me?
I sure miss you.
Every. Single. Day.
† November 11, 1944 – January 16, 2005 †