Saturday, November 1, 2008

Remembering Jack

Today is the 9th anniversary of my big brother's death.


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,

hard working hands at rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us,

He only takes the best.

Copyright © 1997 Therese Williamson

We love you, Jack, and miss you so very much!

1 comment:

Grandma Jo said...

So true, so true. You always get to the heart of it, Teen! Thank you! Love the picture! Mom :)