Today we found out a family friend lost her battle with cancer. She was in her forties and left behind two young girls. We remember her easy-going nature and big smile and think she is gone much much too soon.
Today all I could think about was the poem:
"God saw you getting tired
and a cure was not to be
so he put his arms around you
and whispered,
"Come to Me".
Another sweet soul in heaven.
