God looked around his garden,
and he found an empty place.
He then looked down upon this earth,
and he saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you
and lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
he always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering,
he knew you were in pain,
he knew you would never get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough
and the hills hard to climb,
so he closed your eyelids and whispered,
"Peace be thine."
It broke out hearts to lose you,
but you didn't go alone,
for part of us went with you,
the day God called you home.

-Author Unknown



We love you Grandma.