It's never easy to say goodbye. On Wednesday we said goodbye to Rhonda, sort of. We had graveside services and a memorial service, but we didn't really say goodbye. After all, we have a 4 year old who brings up her Nana constantly. Thank heavens for that.
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be. So he put his arms around you, and whispered “Come to Me”. With tearful eyes we watched you, we watched you fade away. Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands now rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best.
This amazing saying was on the inside of our memorial program. Sorry to say, I'm not super inspired to write anything right now, I'll get back to it though soon, atleast I'll try.