Jet Injectors = Jet Infectors
January 17, 2016
When God saw you getting tired
and a cure was not to be
He put his arms around you
and whispered come to Me.
He didn’t like what you went through
and He gave you rest.
His garden must be beautiful
He only takes the best.
And when we saw you sleeping
so peaceful and free from pain
we wouldn’t wish you back
to suffer that again.
Today we say goodbye
and as you take your final rest
that garden must be beautiful
because you are one of the best.
-Unknown
(adaption to Frances and Kathleen Coelho’s poem)
“Death ends a life, not a relationship.” Morrie Schwartz
