I got a little card in the mail from my grandma with this poem in it. I find it so true as I was in the hospital with both my grandpa and Chris' as they passed away.
God saw he was getting tired a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around him and whispered "Come with Me".
With tearful eyes we watched him suffer, and saw him fade away,
although we loved him dearly, we could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.
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